Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
There is a lot to be said about the effects of the sun, especially for the butcher having grown so used to LongNight and the Deepfrost before with the lack of sun. The last week has left him starved for it, and it brings him out further, traveling quite a distance this time to enjoy the warmth alongside the sun, even if it’s not entirely the golden Longheat sun he wishes it were.
Dressed well, as always, it is an outfit made for work. Sleeves rolled up, the butcher finds himself on the docks, helping to clean up any messes left behind from adventurous souls during the darkest week. Setting up a burn pile beside a save pile, Astaroth spends much of the afternoon sorting items here and there, utilizing his magic to keep the bonfire burning (and helping it along in case of any particularly water logged items).
Dressed well, as always, it is an outfit made for work. Sleeves rolled up, the butcher finds himself on the docks, helping to clean up any messes left behind from adventurous souls during the darkest week. Setting up a burn pile beside a save pile, Astaroth spends much of the afternoon sorting items here and there, utilizing his magic to keep the bonfire burning (and helping it along in case of any particularly water logged items).
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
