// too many war wounds and not enough wars //
"Good morning," Danta announces, pleased as you like, and he steps back in time for her stumble forward as if he's leading her in a waltz where neither one of them has realised they're dancing. He seems on the verge of laughing as well - though his is a deal more genuine, and he glances around at the little cavern they stand in. "Oh, this isn't mine," he says, "this is much nicer than mine was. There's even a view."
Turning, he gestures to the hazy opening and the craggy landscape of the Crust beyond. But then she's making with the threats, and don't get Danta wrong, he's all about beheading, but not when it's his own neck on the line. Turning back towards her, hands held up as if in surrender, he offers a roguish bow of greeting.
"My name is Danta - I found you up here having a little snooze as a statue, so I thought I'd do you a favour and bust you out. You're in the Climb, and it's... let's see, 319 PC? That sounds right. The season is Leafchange." Not wanting to overwhelm beyond what's necessary, he figures location and time are a good start.
Turning, he gestures to the hazy opening and the craggy landscape of the Crust beyond. But then she's making with the threats, and don't get Danta wrong, he's all about beheading, but not when it's his own neck on the line. Turning back towards her, hands held up as if in surrender, he offers a roguish bow of greeting.
"My name is Danta - I found you up here having a little snooze as a statue, so I thought I'd do you a favour and bust you out. You're in the Climb, and it's... let's see, 319 PC? That sounds right. The season is Leafchange." Not wanting to overwhelm beyond what's necessary, he figures location and time are a good start.
Dantalion
// too few rounds in the ring and not enough settled scores //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
