[Training] got lost in the game

so give me your prayers up on your feet
and i'll give you a show, it helps fill the seats

Barking out a laugh more akin for his fyrhund shift, Astaroth grins at the cultist with a shake of his head, immediately reaching up to slip the hair back into place. “Dygra, no. I have my spaces there. We were simply passing through and I felt like enjoying the warmth.” Because the Grounds was still caked in snow and Astaroth had already struggled once with the possibility of turning to stone when taking on a few of those ice mages he’d apparently offended by telling them to treat the place nice.

At least the ringleader tasted great.

As for the comments over Whitebrim, Astaroth begins to clean up further, content to leave the carcass where it lies and take the bones from the arm he’d nabbed, nodding to the younger man with that same sharp toothed grin. “I cannot say I am surprised by that. Back then Whitebrim was made up of separate tribes. Mine ended up devouring themselves.” Literally, though he leaves that out, feeling as if the sentiment is clear enough. “And so I left. I figured eventually one of them would end up trying something ridiculous.” Shrugging a shoulder casually, Asta closes up the bag full of his trinkets.

Astaroth

so give me your sins, give me your lies
but whisper your love, and i'll whisper mine