[SE] a bell's not a bell 'til you ring it

you're never gonna get it, I'm a hazard to myself

"Oh, sure!" Danta says brightly, because his lack of focus when it comes to reading and answering said letters should never dissuade people from writing him. "Make sure to say that Kiada needs to give it to me on the envelope, just in case," he adds, because who doesn't love an accountable (if not horrendously immature) king? "And you know, I am too!" he declares of his spelling, though Erebos is probably better, truthfully. "G H T words still trip me up a lot though."

ROUS are briefly interesting - though they'd be much more so if they really were rampaging through the marketplace - and Danta wonders how many of the enormous rats frequent Torchline. Maybe more than expected, given how close the docks are.

Anyway.

They orbit Deimos rather than making a beeline for him, which suits the Maverick when it comes to peeking at other stalls, and he's more than a little endeared to learn that the Sword has introduced his son to the glory of the Everlasting Bonfire. "We can," he says proudly, of moving right through it. "It goes right to The Climb, too. If you ever want to become an Ancient, you could do it too. Or if you get good a fire magic, I guess, but that's not as fun."

Dantalion

I'll break it to you easy, this is hell