am i still waiting like a lamb to the slaughter
A letter had been sent, and the butcher still seems to drift through the Climb like a wraith. A shadow of his usual self, despite the more casual attire worn. He’s very clearly on edge (when wasn’t he these days?) and he holds the threaded cane in his hand that he leans heavily against, blinking through the brightening sun of the morning as it warms into an otherwise lovely afternoon.
They’re far enough away from Angels End, from those memories, but close enough that he knows there would be gore crows nearby. Waiting for Isla’s arrival, he goes over what he’d sent in the letter to his friend. I need your assistance in the Climb if you have time, I promise to give you something in return for this favor. Without giving too much away before she arrives. He figures it would be better to tell her in person, at least.
They’re far enough away from Angels End, from those memories, but close enough that he knows there would be gore crows nearby. Waiting for Isla’s arrival, he goes over what he’d sent in the letter to his friend. I need your assistance in the Climb if you have time, I promise to give you something in return for this favor. Without giving too much away before she arrives. He figures it would be better to tell her in person, at least.
Astaroth
does your god believe in you?
