It's a long way down

The Warlord walked with her, the last remnants of his nightmare washed away. He wanted to believe this was real, but mostly he was just happy for the respite in nightmares. He sighed at the mention of Dread. He wasn’t sure how to repair what was broken, and wished he knew how to reach the boy. But she was right, he needed space. That much was clear, and why the Warlord had released him from the pack.

“And many others that would take advantage of it. The pirates, Insomnia” he murmured softly. If the Pirates - now Raiders - knew of what had befallen the Armada, they likely would throw a feast. “But Art, and Venom. I just don’t want to be a burden on their resources. Art at least, his pack has come out of Winter.”

"Speech"