// as long as there's bread and as long as there's an appetite //
Ah, never fear Flora, they are at the correct torch. A touch behind, though, hidden well thanks to the fun little perk of the Grey Road that blends them into the shadows that are in abundance on the outskirts of the torches’ reach. It selfishly gives the butcher some time to whisper into Danta’s ear “he is smaller than I anticipated” before they have to burst the bubble. The butcher melts out of the shadows with his own personal one trailing and grinning at his heels precisely at the time Kaisel says if they love you, then I love them.
“How very charming, darling.” The butcher purrs, flashing his shark toothed grin, straightening up his posture as his tail flits against his heels in quiet anticipation. “I am Astaroth, though you may call me Asta if you prefer.” Introductions were the polite thing to do, even if his actions seemed a little less than – specifically the way he gives the accepted a full up and down look of his attire.
Looking back to Flora, the butcher’s smile twitches fonder and more playful, as if it were a silent language between them that seems to say is this how he always dresses? And all the while his attention is elsewhere, the grinning, antlered shadow continues to stare at Kaisel curiously. Leaving the floor (or sand) open for Danta to make his own greetings, he settles in for the walk back, drawing up the scarf sat loosely around his neck. He's warmer than normal, thankfully, but that's partially because of the many drinks that he'd downed during the majority of the party, still thrumming through his system and allowing him to be quite a furnace.
“How very charming, darling.” The butcher purrs, flashing his shark toothed grin, straightening up his posture as his tail flits against his heels in quiet anticipation. “I am Astaroth, though you may call me Asta if you prefer.” Introductions were the polite thing to do, even if his actions seemed a little less than – specifically the way he gives the accepted a full up and down look of his attire.
Looking back to Flora, the butcher’s smile twitches fonder and more playful, as if it were a silent language between them that seems to say is this how he always dresses? And all the while his attention is elsewhere, the grinning, antlered shadow continues to stare at Kaisel curiously. Leaving the floor (or sand) open for Danta to make his own greetings, he settles in for the walk back, drawing up the scarf sat loosely around his neck. He's warmer than normal, thankfully, but that's partially because of the many drinks that he'd downed during the majority of the party, still thrumming through his system and allowing him to be quite a furnace.
Astaroth
// as long as everyone you need is stepping in line, you are camouflaged //
