// allow me to introduce myself //
Her grin was enough to rival his own as he makes his agreement, settling back on his heels, gloved hands folding together in front of him as he listens for the task she plans on doing that would annoy strangers. “I see.” The butcher says – not wanting to be the person that is copied (gods knew previously there had been a few centuries ago that had tried to take up the mantle of the Butcher of Whitebrim unsuccessfully).
So he chuckles softly, letting his dark gaze flicker around until he spies an old man perusing the wares of the nearby shop – cane in hand, back bent, old and tired. “How about him?” He asks, nodding with his head toward the man that’s absolutely the most frail person, but could make for quite an amusing attempt to imitate.
He’d get a laugh out of it, at least.
So he chuckles softly, letting his dark gaze flicker around until he spies an old man perusing the wares of the nearby shop – cane in hand, back bent, old and tired. “How about him?” He asks, nodding with his head toward the man that’s absolutely the most frail person, but could make for quite an amusing attempt to imitate.
He’d get a laugh out of it, at least.
Astaroth
// i'm the one who pulls all the strings, son //
