// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Hearing the lilt of Lena’s laugh, the butcher’s smile grows more genuine each passing second. At the mention of being the Caretaker of the Celestine, though, his brows raise toward her as things start to make more sense. “Ah, what a wonderful career. Do you like it?” He imagines it would be interesting, if nothing else. A sense of accomplishment for caring for so many creatures and ensuring their health — even if he hasn’t gone to witness it. He’s heard of it, though.
Interrupted for a moment as he peers over the edge to see the echo sharks vanish into the mists and water below, the butcher steps back and watches as Mittens snags an arrow, content to let the snowball keep it. “Well, I just so happen to have an extra bow and plenty of arrows if you would like to give it a go.” He gestures with a hand toward the bag set by the bridge entrance, before the Ancient leans toward Lena with amusement glittering in his face. “We will both be terrible but at least not terribly alone.”
Interrupted for a moment as he peers over the edge to see the echo sharks vanish into the mists and water below, the butcher steps back and watches as Mittens snags an arrow, content to let the snowball keep it. “Well, I just so happen to have an extra bow and plenty of arrows if you would like to give it a go.” He gestures with a hand toward the bag set by the bridge entrance, before the Ancient leans toward Lena with amusement glittering in his face. “We will both be terrible but at least not terribly alone.”
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
