Strong life energy radiated out from the forest, almost sickeningly sweet in its purity. Drago couldn't help but grin a little, as his teeth peeked through a hole in his cheek. Such an obvious trap would draw in only the most foolish of undead. Then again, considering his proximity to the area, it seemed likely it was meant for him. The dracolich stepped lightly through the forest, though his cursed steps drained the life force of the surrounding flora and left behind blackened plant matter in its wake.

It wasn't long before he came across who he suspected to be the one who had tempted him here. He frowned and let out a low growl as he said, "Dirks... This is your doing?" He hadn't seen the man in years, since long before he had become an adherrant of the Cult of N'Jal. It was almost amusing that he would be led here now, by this man. A hand hovered above one of the three swords that accompanied the draconic being as he waited for the answer.