and you'll wake up all alone, on an old beat-down dirt country road
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
and you'll crawl back through fire and snow
He was one of the tallest ones amongst the outskirts, and as far as he can tell the only one with horns making him even taller. Though it’s all things he seems to care little about as he scans the crowd, tired and faking his curiosity for whatever big bluster was happening on the doorstep of the corner shop when Thal approaches.
Despite his outward appearance (and the grumpiness therein), the butcher is always happy to see her, to hear the teasing in her voice as he flashes her a smile not fully reminiscent of the carefree version of himself, but a better one than had been the glower sitting there before. “Very much so.” He hums, straightening up as his tail flicks a little more life to his statuesque watch. “Or perhaps I am doing a poor impersonation of my favorite Captain?” He teases her back, nose wrinkling slightly as he aims some humor into their conversation.
As all things do, though, the smile falters somewhat before he picks it back up and leans toward her, his dark gaze scanning back out toward the crowd. “I have seen three pick pockets in the span of twenty minutes. Only one was caught.” Ergo, the bluster at the corner store from earlier. “So perhaps if we do not find anything, it may have been somewhat amusing at the very least?” He suggests, letting his smile curve a bit sharper and brighter, before he turns slightly to pick a random direction, the threaded cane clicking on the ground as he uses it and deftly switches the subjects as they join the crowds. "How was your trip here?"
Despite his outward appearance (and the grumpiness therein), the butcher is always happy to see her, to hear the teasing in her voice as he flashes her a smile not fully reminiscent of the carefree version of himself, but a better one than had been the glower sitting there before. “Very much so.” He hums, straightening up as his tail flicks a little more life to his statuesque watch. “Or perhaps I am doing a poor impersonation of my favorite Captain?” He teases her back, nose wrinkling slightly as he aims some humor into their conversation.
As all things do, though, the smile falters somewhat before he picks it back up and leans toward her, his dark gaze scanning back out toward the crowd. “I have seen three pick pockets in the span of twenty minutes. Only one was caught.” Ergo, the bluster at the corner store from earlier. “So perhaps if we do not find anything, it may have been somewhat amusing at the very least?” He suggests, letting his smile curve a bit sharper and brighter, before he turns slightly to pick a random direction, the threaded cane clicking on the ground as he uses it and deftly switches the subjects as they join the crowds. "How was your trip here?"
Astaroth
'cause there ain't no other place to go
