Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The thunderstorms come on a crackling wind, before Deimos’ promptly push them away – irritating the encantados even more, and Astaroth half watches as they talk to see the creatures dip below the surface again, finding no more fun to be had with bothering with the pebbles.
The butcher’s attention flits back toward the Sword, though, and he hums his agreement through his sharp teeth, grin broadening slightly as he inclines his head. “It is.” He agrees, before nodding and shifting his weight again. “I had heard that it had been a place many avoided. But I agree, it is nice." He pauses, considering for a moment before continuing.
"I have been noticing in the Atheneum that there isn’t much information on the Ancients. Now, it has been many years since I have been to Halo, but I wonder if the same has occurred there?” He tilts his head, dark eyes squinting a little as he watches Deimos briefly. “If you have questions later once we depart, I am happy to answer them the best that I can via letter or happenstance encounters.”
The butcher’s attention flits back toward the Sword, though, and he hums his agreement through his sharp teeth, grin broadening slightly as he inclines his head. “It is.” He agrees, before nodding and shifting his weight again. “I had heard that it had been a place many avoided. But I agree, it is nice." He pauses, considering for a moment before continuing.
"I have been noticing in the Atheneum that there isn’t much information on the Ancients. Now, it has been many years since I have been to Halo, but I wonder if the same has occurred there?” He tilts his head, dark eyes squinting a little as he watches Deimos briefly. “If you have questions later once we depart, I am happy to answer them the best that I can via letter or happenstance encounters.”
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
