// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Oh he’s very pleased to be gawked at. Iskra can stare away as much as he pleases to and the butcher will stand there prim and proper, though essentially motionless as a predator might be. He watches as the weak apologetic smile blooms across the other man’s face and Asta nods his head in understanding. “Well, in that case, I would be happy to introduce you Iskra. And Goose.” Nodding to the canine that seems to be eyeing the glinting cane, he chuckles softly as the husky is chastised for how much he wants the cane as a stick.
Even though it wasn’t anything close to a stick. “I, too, am originally from Halo. Though I have not returned in quite some time.” He’s sure Iskra can imagine why as he turns in his heel to guide the woodcutter up the stairs toward the heavy Temple doors, lifting the cane to keep Goose from wanting to play with it while he opens the doors. And once inside, he finds beside the door nearer to one of the many fireplaces that dot the interior, a relatively small stick that he hands to Iskra to keep Goose content. “If you would follow me, I will take you to her shrine.” Mulling over what the offerings were that Iskra had brought, if only to show him just how to pay his respects to Dygra well enough that they both don’t get cursed, the Ancient keeps his perfect posture as he strolls down the hall toward an offshoot room, sure that the woodcutter would follow him.
Even though it wasn’t anything close to a stick. “I, too, am originally from Halo. Though I have not returned in quite some time.” He’s sure Iskra can imagine why as he turns in his heel to guide the woodcutter up the stairs toward the heavy Temple doors, lifting the cane to keep Goose from wanting to play with it while he opens the doors. And once inside, he finds beside the door nearer to one of the many fireplaces that dot the interior, a relatively small stick that he hands to Iskra to keep Goose content. “If you would follow me, I will take you to her shrine.” Mulling over what the offerings were that Iskra had brought, if only to show him just how to pay his respects to Dygra well enough that they both don’t get cursed, the Ancient keeps his perfect posture as he strolls down the hall toward an offshoot room, sure that the woodcutter would follow him.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
