Astaroth
// a beast in the business of selling forgiveness //
The shark toothed grin remains on display as he’s greeted in turn, turning slightly as he offers the explanation easily – soothing the nosy part of the butcher’s internal flare. “Ah, I see. You just missed her, I believe I saw her departing with Fox for lunch. She should be back somewhat soon.” His smile twitches toward being apologetic, head tilting slightly as he regards the question and the glance around that the Sword makes.
Subconsciously following his gaze, the butcher nods. “Mm, as well as it can be given the circumstances.” The circumstances were mud and something the butcher was less keen on even as the rain continues to pelt down in droves. “I was just about to visit the training grounds. I hear it is less muddy there.” An easy indicator that the butcher’s trying to get anywhere that wasn’t soaking wet and awful. But it’s an offering too, if Deimos wanted to kill some time.
It would not be the first time they shared an impromptu training session.
Subconsciously following his gaze, the butcher nods. “Mm, as well as it can be given the circumstances.” The circumstances were mud and something the butcher was less keen on even as the rain continues to pelt down in droves. “I was just about to visit the training grounds. I hear it is less muddy there.” An easy indicator that the butcher’s trying to get anywhere that wasn’t soaking wet and awful. But it’s an offering too, if Deimos wanted to kill some time.
It would not be the first time they shared an impromptu training session.
// dead eyes on a treacherous grin //
