The Sword peered over his shoulder to take a look at who had come to visit him, his classic sick grin plastered on his shadowed-over face. He tilts his witch-like hat down, his horn giving an eerie green glow. You had found the godly being just under the bridge to Blackrock, hiding in an all too concealed area. Darkheart gave a simple wave. "What might you be here for? Wishing to come visit us?" He tilts his head at you.