ISAR
Arm yourself
Hus shoulders were slow to come down. The gesture for him to calm was registered but not really headed, at least not until it became clear that Astaroth wasn't about to retaliate. On the contrary, the man seemed to be ready to leave, and Thalssa wasn't objecting.
Letting his fingers slip from the handle of the dagger hidden within his jacket, Isar let out a sigh, part relieved but just as disappointed. They were parting ways already? He didn't really want to. But it wasn't as though he had a reason to linger either.
"Eventually," he agreed, about meeting again in the Hollowed Grounds. He'd probably go back, at some point. When he knew what to do with himself.
Shrinking back into the Fyrhund's guise, he fell in beside Astaroth. Companionable enough to at least make it down the hill together.
Letting his fingers slip from the handle of the dagger hidden within his jacket, Isar let out a sigh, part relieved but just as disappointed. They were parting ways already? He didn't really want to. But it wasn't as though he had a reason to linger either.
"Eventually," he agreed, about meeting again in the Hollowed Grounds. He'd probably go back, at some point. When he knew what to do with himself.
Shrinking back into the Fyrhund's guise, he fell in beside Astaroth. Companionable enough to at least make it down the hill together.
Because no one else here will save you
