I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes
Folding his long legs to sit cross-legged in his chair, Danta rubs the sleep from his eyes and turns the map this way and that as if it might hold some new insights by virtue of facing a different direction. (Unsurprisingly, it does not). Pursing his lips, it takes a moment to recall the name of the girl he'd seen in the Hanged Man, but he gets there eventually. "Sohalia," he murmurs. "She's friends with Flora."
Humming a non-committal agreement about Vi and his ineffable insights - because Danta much prefers Dygra's opinion on things, wouldn't you know - the Maverick rolls up the map back into a helpful scroll and ties a bit of string around it. "Well, that was useless," he mutters. "Good luck with your..." He waves a hand at the book. "I'm headed to Jack Tar Landing. Sailors probably have a better idea of the lay of the land now anyways."
Humming a non-committal agreement about Vi and his ineffable insights - because Danta much prefers Dygra's opinion on things, wouldn't you know - the Maverick rolls up the map back into a helpful scroll and ties a bit of string around it. "Well, that was useless," he mutters. "Good luck with your..." He waves a hand at the book. "I'm headed to Jack Tar Landing. Sailors probably have a better idea of the lay of the land now anyways."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
