Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
It’s mostly in regards to his unfamiliarity with the Grounds, talking to Dantalion made it easier to understand certain things and changes that have occurred – learning from those around him until he has the time to go and do the research necessary on his own. But, either way, the tall Ancient nods at the mention of Danta? “Yes.” He offers, before he settles in for the potential debate that he’s perhaps a bit too eager for with the way his lips twist into that grin.
Only to deflate slightly when there’s no real debate to be had. He finds that he doesn’t need to do any of that. It isn’t his quest to pursue, nor does he particularly care what other people thought about it. As far as Astaroth is concerned, it’s none of his business. “Mm.” He starts to say, scanning Tal for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders and his cane clicks on the ground as he starts to shift his weight. “Well, then my answer remains no.”
Only to deflate slightly when there’s no real debate to be had. He finds that he doesn’t need to do any of that. It isn’t his quest to pursue, nor does he particularly care what other people thought about it. As far as Astaroth is concerned, it’s none of his business. “Mm.” He starts to say, scanning Tal for a moment before he shrugs his shoulders and his cane clicks on the ground as he starts to shift his weight. “Well, then my answer remains no.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
