Grimwauld watched Hawker with cold eyes, the grim expression on his face an everlasting feature on his hardened face. "These men, dey are not my kin. Aye, they were born into the Dread lands as we all were, but dey hold Solomon as a fable, and now, a new man. I stood in Drake's army when we were not bandits and raiders, we were men of earth and fiyah, we were a legion." Grimwauld said with the same chill that he always spoke with, having long since had any sort of fiery rage or desire. "Demon hunter, you are not the first of seen, dead or alive, those of us that remain from Drake's old reign saw that and worse when the two "great" leadahs last slayed him, at Downward Rise, and all the battles before that. You can boast of your strength, or you can play your tricks and attempt to kill me, but do so quickly." Grimwauld finished as he waited for the demon hunter to attack, neither frightened nor impressed by his show. This was the Dread lands, a couple people being killed was bar fodder.