Astaroth
// i ride the edge, my speed goes in the red //
Work has been slow this evening – as such, the butcher is extremely bored. And without Danta around to keep him busy and with the way he’s trying to keep the carving of the bone handle of the knife he’s been working on a secret, he’s sequestered here – leaning against the bar, the cane dangling from it.
Surprise glitters across his face as a broad smile is offered over toward the soldier, tilting his head as he regards the crowd in the Dusklight. “I happen to have more than one of those.” He informs Kaisel with a smile that grows a touch sharper, allowing all of his focus (and that of the smiling shadow against the top of the bar greeting the soldier, too) wholly onto the Accepted.
Taking in his attire with a lack of interest, he focuses instead on the soldier’s face. “Would you prefer to talk here or somewhere more private?”
Surprise glitters across his face as a broad smile is offered over toward the soldier, tilting his head as he regards the crowd in the Dusklight. “I happen to have more than one of those.” He informs Kaisel with a smile that grows a touch sharper, allowing all of his focus (and that of the smiling shadow against the top of the bar greeting the soldier, too) wholly onto the Accepted.
Taking in his attire with a lack of interest, he focuses instead on the soldier’s face. “Would you prefer to talk here or somewhere more private?”
// hot blood, these veins, my pleasure is their pain //
