"Serve." He echoed this word, considering. "He serves the Chaos Forge. Master Vargas leads. It is his... life-giver," he tried to clarify. "A--parent." Admittedly, Vargas hadn't been a particularly fatherly sort, but the Sentinel had never really required such. Vargas had trained him, encouraged him as necessary, and given him a purpose.

"They serve the caves," he added, though who "they" was was left unclear.

He wondered, then, if Lior knew who Vargas was. If they did--well, there was a resemblance, there. The spines. The overly-long limbs. The skull-like face and glowing lights, the massive jaw and neck.

If not--? He probably just looked like an armored dog-man sentry.

@Lior

Though Lior had never met this 'Master Vargas', they were no less wary to learn that the Sentinel was an offspring of a Master. Admittedly, it was curious... Lior had never pictured the Masters as potentially being parents. More than curious, it was intriguing.

"Would this Master Vargas welcome my questions?" Lior wondered. They were not as reckless as they had once been, but their thirst for knowledge was impossibly stronger than it had been when they were a child.

And they required further clarification on other matters. "Which serves the caves? The Chaos Forge or the Masters? And how do they serve the caves?" The alligator hungered for this knowledge, dangerous as it may be.

@The Sentinel

"Ask him," the Sentinel suggested--and the way he said it seemed to mean, "ask permission" rather than "just go ask him the questions." He knew that as long as it was approached correctly--politely, and with respect--Master Vargas would sit and speak with anyone. He just wasn't very good at phrasing it.

And on that note-... "It is best... that you ask him... these things. The Sentinel is not-..." 'Good with words.' He took a breath, hesitating. "The void clouds thought. Vision. It sees soldiers. It sees nothing. It sees... dust. The Master does not bear this Chaos." Ironic, that. Still, he tried his best to offer at least a summary. "The Forge is led by a Master. The Forge and Masters serve. The Nest creates for the Creator."

His hand tightened around the halberd haft, as if to lean on it, a little--because honestly, he wasn't going to come up with much of a better explanation than that.

@Lior