Before the party is over

in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue

"Drop-ins are always welcome," Danta purrs, assuming that Tal might want to engage in some afternoon delights with the many boys and girls of the Dusklight, until he continues to chat directly to the Maverick. Maybe the courier wants to see if he is on offer instead? Accepting his drink and taking a generous sip of it before considering a response, he rolls a shoulder in a shrug and sidles down onto the bar stool.

"Thriving, all things considered. The Grounds is doing well." In his not-so-humble opinion, anyway. "That work in the Temple wasn't a shrine though - not a real one, anyway." He takes another drink and then sets the glass down. "More like an homage, I guess. I've been thinking of making another, though. The Black Lake is pretty dangerous to get to for some."

Dantalion