Dantalion
but you can't be free
Oblivious to any of the conversations or hidden implications (or not, Asta, you dumb bitch) that might be occurring, Danta hums something that suggests he's quite impressed with the way the guild has developed in Torchline and kneels for Asta to deal with the obsidian. "Well if you ever need somewhere else to store things in the Grounds, let me know. Our Temple has become quite the den of sin, according to... I don't know. Norman, probably." He hasn't seen him around lately, though, so maybe not.
Nodding to Asta to signal he's got enough of the shards now to continue, Danta hops down into the hole to place them around the cache before carefully closing it up, mindful not to disturb the shards, and climbing back out. "Oho, do tell," he purrs at the idea of something to put in their little hidey hole in the Dusklight, already stepping out to move on while the butcher covers their tracks.
Danta completes his bit of the task!
Nodding to Asta to signal he's got enough of the shards now to continue, Danta hops down into the hole to place them around the cache before carefully closing it up, mindful not to disturb the shards, and climbing back out. "Oho, do tell," he purrs at the idea of something to put in their little hidey hole in the Dusklight, already stepping out to move on while the butcher covers their tracks.
Danta completes his bit of the task!
'cause I'm selfish, I'm obscene
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
