Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
Astaroth is quite settled in for this debate, eager and curious about the other man’s motivations, despite how baseline they seemed to him. A part of him was looking for more, curious why the Accepted might feel the need to insert himself into a different land, claiming he’s bettering the potential masses, which is a very interesting take for the older Ancient’s standards.
“Correct.” Asta says with that very same grin. “I have been away for a very long time. But, I am quite often in conversation with the Maverick.” Who rules the region in question. If he didn’t know something, asking Danta was his first go to for answers.
“Once again, despite still being inclined to say no, for the sake of the argument: it depends.” He shrugs a shoulder gently, shifting his weight slightly again, cane shifting to his other hand. “What are their motivations?”
“Correct.” Asta says with that very same grin. “I have been away for a very long time. But, I am quite often in conversation with the Maverick.” Who rules the region in question. If he didn’t know something, asking Danta was his first go to for answers.
“Once again, despite still being inclined to say no, for the sake of the argument: it depends.” He shrugs a shoulder gently, shifting his weight slightly again, cane shifting to his other hand. “What are their motivations?”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
