[DROP] No time like the present

Of course a gathering of people in the ruins with spooky mist would draw his attention. If not for his adventurous spirit and die hard curiosity, Kalt had nothing. Well, that wasn’t true, but the point stood firm. He still had the taste of his cigar in his mouth, savoring the rustic sweet flavor for as long as it would last. As he drew closer, he realized just what it was that everyone was gathering in front of. A creepy figure stood - hovered, maybe? Who could tell... - in the middle of the bone bridge, the only part of the ruins he had yet to actually take a look at. His bright eyes narrowed, no longer caring about the people gathered. Other than one person. His gaze flicked upwards. He knew Ashetta would be drawn to this, and his attention was always precisely honed in on her presence whenever she showed herself. Even when she didn’t show herself, choosing to hide away until the right moment. Kalt gave her the slightest smirk, but he knew it would piss her off just the right amount. It was when her face twisted into a snarl and her attention turned back to the box held by the being on the bridge that he looked away from her. Of course he was there for her - he made sure he always would be - but his primary focus at that moment was whatever the fuck that thing was holding. kalt give into the night.