I told you, you were brave

// too many war wounds and not enough wars //

It is back to business as usual, as it happens, and Danta means it in every sense of the word. It might not be as stiflingly hot and humid as it was in Torchline, but Longheat still reigns supreme across all of Caido, and doesn't the Dusklight know it. With more flesh on display even than the brothel is accustomed to on its main floor, as people drink and dance and cavort, Asta will have plenty to keep him occupied, such that it isn't too surprising that the Maverick has been able to slip out from under his radar.

Having been cooped up in his office to review all that needs to be done to complete their rage room, he'd been blessed with a round of shots and a new cocktail to try when he'd emerged, and now the Dusklight's proprietor is taking full advantage of being able to enjoy his own party. Dressed entirely in black tonight - unusual for the Maverick but undeniably sleek, he's been speaking with what happens to be a tourist to the region, deep in conversation with her.

At some point that conversation has migrated to one of the small tables just off the bar - he's intrigued by the idea of someone holidaying in the Hollowed Grounds, it's true, but he's also very interested in the slope of her breasts beneath her sheer shirt, and the way she's cozied up next to him, her hand on his thigh beneath the table, sliding inexorably inwards.

Dantalion

// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //