[Training] Paint it black, don't need a midas touch

Kaisel

Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me

Despite the overly friendly shadow that's keeping Astaroth company, one Kaisel glances towards with all the scrutiny owed to a creepy doll in a room, the open welcome from the ancient swarms Kaisel with relief. Not perhaps the usual dose of Astaroth's company for him, but he's on a bit of a tight schedule here. "Good," he huffs out, laughter curling through the breath at the literal take of the ask. "Because I think it'll take more than one in reality." He proffers a sheepish grin as he shifts his pack into a different slope of his shoulder.

Glancing around with newfound interest in the settings, Kaisel considers the offer with out loud thought, "hmmmm." The crowd is small, but who knows for how long, and that means sound and eyes carry easier. "Probably somewhere private, but we'll probably need enough room to move around for one of the things," he advises, one side of his face scrunching in consideration. "The other things are...secrets though, so hidden would be best."

It dawns on him then, just then, that he's sequestering himself away with a dangerous man, and no one else knows where he is, and perhaps this isn't his brightest idea after all. He maybe should have brought a placating offer of more tea, just to ensure Astaroth's smile stays a bit less...sharp.

Here only the strong survive