// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
The little seed pod he and Danta had collected, sits comfortably in his breast pocket as he makes his way through the outer islands. Trying to pinpoint where exactly he was in relation to the Greatwood, Astaroth has notably always been awful with geography, he finally manages to make it to the edge of one of the forested areas, toward where the treeline ends and the sands began. This particular space has sporadic trees, perhaps from the movement of the land ever since the war ended – but alas, Astaroth had been in stasis then. He has no idea what’s true and what’s not.
He has managed to snag a shovel, though. Hoisted over his shoulder as he scans out over the sea, trying to determine where the most precise spot would be. Once he’s satisfied, the butcher plunges the shovel into the earth and begins to dig a hole, humming an old song that the majority of those in Caido would never have heard before. Which is fine, he doesn’t expect to be asked any questions given the fact that for the most part, he’s out here alone.
He has managed to snag a shovel, though. Hoisted over his shoulder as he scans out over the sea, trying to determine where the most precise spot would be. Once he’s satisfied, the butcher plunges the shovel into the earth and begins to dig a hole, humming an old song that the majority of those in Caido would never have heard before. Which is fine, he doesn’t expect to be asked any questions given the fact that for the most part, he’s out here alone.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
