The Abyss

Ashema donned a face only a man with a huge amount of leverage would wear. 

He was only too glad to see the ignorant look on Skullius the moment he used the word 'Abyss'.

He didn't intend to be stingy with the information, though. It wouldn't do him much good. The dark Carven had decided to stick to the unique being that was the Hybrid Luman and learn as much as he could... among other things. Turning out to be a nuisance would ruin the much-needed relationship he was cultivating with the only 'reasonable' surface dweller he had met so far.

It was only necessary until Lord Boron rose anyway.

Skullius raised a brow at the Carven.

"Are you going to tell me what you mean by Abyss or not?" he asked.

Ashema waved his hand at him.