// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
“Hello again, Maea, darling.” Comes the deep rumble of greeting, dark eyes taking in her appearance and the addition of bells. His smile twists into something broad and sharp as it always had been, and yet ever the gentleman, the butcher inclines his head toward her in a small little bow. “That’s alright. I brought my own.” Flashing her a slightly sharper smile for a moment, he gestures to the torches he’d relit, before he turns his dark gaze back toward her.
With the fire doing wonders to heat the smallish cavern, Astaroth sheds the scarf wrapped around his face and the outer coat, adjusting his sleeves from having been bunched up and ensuring the vest he has on hasn’t gotten too wrinkled. “I am glad to see that you are back.” He comments – given that aside from the building of his office, the last time he’d heard from her she intended on staying in the Climb for an unknown period of time.
With the fire doing wonders to heat the smallish cavern, Astaroth sheds the scarf wrapped around his face and the outer coat, adjusting his sleeves from having been bunched up and ensuring the vest he has on hasn’t gotten too wrinkled. “I am glad to see that you are back.” He comments – given that aside from the building of his office, the last time he’d heard from her she intended on staying in the Climb for an unknown period of time.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
