Savage knew those words, had heard them now and again as he grew when the Nightsisters had come to make their claims in the Selection Trials. Sometimes for inspections, but he would know them like he would know the grunting growls of slang that came from Nightbrother lips. Accent was wrong, but he had always been told that there were more of the witches on further reaches of the planet.

He reached out and set a hand on Brute's shoulder, and the Reek groaned out a reassuring noise in return. He hated his life on Dathomir, but a part of him could never escape the long years of culture engrained from the day he had been born. He pounded a fist to the middle of his chest once. "I am Savage Opress, Nightbrother of Dathomir." That introduction said, he shifted for information. "The Sisters were eradicated, even the Clan Mother, Talzin, but you don't speak in the accent of the Nightsisters I know. Who are you?"