// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Alleviating the surprise of being watched by making small talk in regards to a creature more akin to Whitebrim than here, the butcher turns more fully to face Lena as she offers her name as an introduction. He half bows, bright sharp smile glued to his face as he greets her in turn. “My name is Astaroth. It is a pleasure.” He is curious as to what the snowball’s name is, but he doesn’t ask — instead, shifting his attention toward the targets in question shortly after.
A soft laugh chuckles out of his throat as he shakes his head. “Oh I am dreadful with them, but I figured practicing out here would alleviate any embarrassment I might face in the Barracks.” It’s playfully said, casting a glance back over toward her in amusement. “Have you used one before?” If so, perhaps she might have some pointers. But as he takes her in, he figures that she likely wasn’t one to deal with weaponry all that often.
It’s about that time that the sound of screams and cries echo from beneath them. It doesn’t startle the butcher, though, if anything it intrigues him as he leans over the rail trying to spot the root cause when he sees the fins cutting through the water and it dawns on him.
A soft laugh chuckles out of his throat as he shakes his head. “Oh I am dreadful with them, but I figured practicing out here would alleviate any embarrassment I might face in the Barracks.” It’s playfully said, casting a glance back over toward her in amusement. “Have you used one before?” If so, perhaps she might have some pointers. But as he takes her in, he figures that she likely wasn’t one to deal with weaponry all that often.
It’s about that time that the sound of screams and cries echo from beneath them. It doesn’t startle the butcher, though, if anything it intrigues him as he leans over the rail trying to spot the root cause when he sees the fins cutting through the water and it dawns on him.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
