and the only solution was to stand and fight
He anticipated some amount of complaining and grousing, so as it all ensued from beyond the door, and within his office, the Sword didn’t bat an eye, save for backing away from the fire, clearing the area so that Dantalion could stand in front of it. “Nice to see you too,” he gave in a wrinkle of his nose, passing through portions of the office to meander over by a kettle, pouring piping hot contents within mugs and tankards so the Ancient could take his fill of his preferred beverage. “Thank you for coming.” He had mentioned he could go to the Grounds; but here they were just the same.
Leaning against his desk and crossing his arms, he’d give and grant the moments for Dantalion to return to proper warmth, snorting at the comments, but handwaving them off. “How are the Grounds?”
Leaning against his desk and crossing his arms, he’d give and grant the moments for Dantalion to return to proper warmth, snorting at the comments, but handwaving them off. “How are the Grounds?”
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