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Edmund doesn't flinch at the sight of blood, having grown used to such things by now. Though he does scrunch his nose at how messy Danta looked. Tables manner didn't really apply to eating a lial, but still. Did Dantalion have no class? Sitting on a nearby rock, tail curling excitedly, the young Ancient nods at the question. "She did!" He caught Dantalion's tone but wasn't sure if it was incredulity or bafflement that he heard. Disregarding it, Edmund happily explains his quest. "I'm making a bloodbath but I don't know where to put it. I need help figuring out where in the Climb is best." Gesturing with his hands, the younger goes on to elaborate, "It'll be one more way to get out of stasis but also a place to relax. It needs to be defensible but easy for us to get to. I don't know where in the Climb that might be." Edmund was still relatively new to being an Ancient and the secrets of his new home. From what he knew, Dantalion was far older, and would be able to help. If Edmund could convince him. "Will you help? Please?" Edmund the prince of torchline