// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //
“Now, unfortunately, I’ve found there’s very little, if anything, about us here.” He says with a wrinkle of his nose, glancing over toward the short blonde priestess with a sigh. He knows that heading toward the Atheneum had been cold, but he’s dressed up in a multitude of layers that he’s sure (just based on their previous commentary) Charlie hates, Astaroth certainly intends to look good while warding off the cold.
Tilting his head toward her though as they step in and a raging fire warms the area, he’s content to let her peruse. “I was contemplating changing that and you, my dear, have quite valuable and wonderful information regarding the times before even I joined the fun.” Namely, the sacrifices that Astaroth was all too interested in. That and the literal bloodbaths, which gods he’s been missing ever since returning to this new and not so improved Caido.
Tilting his head toward her though as they step in and a raging fire warms the area, he’s content to let her peruse. “I was contemplating changing that and you, my dear, have quite valuable and wonderful information regarding the times before even I joined the fun.” Namely, the sacrifices that Astaroth was all too interested in. That and the literal bloodbaths, which gods he’s been missing ever since returning to this new and not so improved Caido.
Astaroth
// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //
