the evidence is on my body
but I never complain
but I never complain
There isn’t immediate relief as the crow departs, but the tension in the butcher’s shoulders slowly loosen while he works to hammer out the e into long strands of metal to be cut with a saw. Nose wrinkling at the mention of void infected, the butcher nods his head — a few long strands fall into his face with the movement. “We eradicated a void wicker woman in Flowerbirth.” Comes the rough accent again.
He looks up finally and fully, when Deimos stands, to look up at the Warden and blinks his surprise. “Sure.” Help would be very welcome. “The goal is to cut them into multiple pieces to be flexible, so that it can become a whip when activated but when it isn’t, remains as a blade.” Obviously there would be godly help, but for the bladed portions to fit right together, he’s sure they can manage that. “I am more of a close ranged fighter but I figured having something with a little more reach would be useful.” Some warmth returns to the butcher with his focus on the task at hand, and he steps aside to offer room for Deimos to help using the anvil if he so chooses.
He looks up finally and fully, when Deimos stands, to look up at the Warden and blinks his surprise. “Sure.” Help would be very welcome. “The goal is to cut them into multiple pieces to be flexible, so that it can become a whip when activated but when it isn’t, remains as a blade.” Obviously there would be godly help, but for the bladed portions to fit right together, he’s sure they can manage that. “I am more of a close ranged fighter but I figured having something with a little more reach would be useful.” Some warmth returns to the butcher with his focus on the task at hand, and he steps aside to offer room for Deimos to help using the anvil if he so chooses.
Astaroth
i wear it as a lesson, a curse, and a blessing
