I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He could concur - the gore crows truly were terrible, ominous things, and he’d often took great delight in demolishing them. Favors and capacities aside, another portion began to meander through his mind, until it was more than a mere calculation - though he had to snort at the ‘Caido’s strongest’ sentiment. “If he behaves himself,” he warned essentially the peryton only - and permitted the animal to wiggle out of his makeshift captivity. By way of excitement and glee, the youthful beast hooted and squealed again, before taking flight, soaring above and ensuring no crows came near. Hopefully.
Turning his head back to survey Astaroth, and presuming a litany of Ancient tricks and incantations he wasn’t familiar with, he rounded his own proclamations and possibilities. “I can, though perhaps you would be able to assist me with a quest then.” An easy transaction, he figured and supposed. Then no one was owing anything.
Taking hold of his Gambler’s Gloves, and uncertain if the butcher would recognize them for their worth, he gave no footnote of their peculiarities. “I need to be able to get these back from someone who has taken them.” Meaning they’d be able to bound back and forth over one another with enchantments and strategy in some safe confines.
Turning his head back to survey Astaroth, and presuming a litany of Ancient tricks and incantations he wasn’t familiar with, he rounded his own proclamations and possibilities. “I can, though perhaps you would be able to assist me with a quest then.” An easy transaction, he figured and supposed. Then no one was owing anything.
Taking hold of his Gambler’s Gloves, and uncertain if the butcher would recognize them for their worth, he gave no footnote of their peculiarities. “I need to be able to get these back from someone who has taken them.” Meaning they’d be able to bound back and forth over one another with enchantments and strategy in some safe confines.
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