in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
"Eh, probably. Even if he did, the place looks impressive, however it might end up being on the inside," Danta says with a flash of teeth over his shoulder, before dropping back to walk with the butcher. He reaches out to take one of the bags from Asta - not just so that he doesn't have to carry both, but so he can slip in against his side to keep them both warm as they walk.
A view of the Brizo has Danta's eyes lighting up, and he grins up at the other man. "At night we could absolutely mistake it for the Arclight," he agrees with a chuckle, heading up the rickety steps to the entrance of the Rum & Plunder. And wouldn't you know it, though - inside, it's warm, clean, bustling, and everything the Maverick might have expected from an inn that looks the exact opposite of this one.
"Holy shit," he blurts, unable to help himself. "I owe that sailor from the Dusklight a drink."
A view of the Brizo has Danta's eyes lighting up, and he grins up at the other man. "At night we could absolutely mistake it for the Arclight," he agrees with a chuckle, heading up the rickety steps to the entrance of the Rum & Plunder. And wouldn't you know it, though - inside, it's warm, clean, bustling, and everything the Maverick might have expected from an inn that looks the exact opposite of this one.
"Holy shit," he blurts, unable to help himself. "I owe that sailor from the Dusklight a drink."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
