you were automatic and as hollow as the 'O' in god
It's a couple of days since his little rendezvous with Astaroth in his room at the Dusklight, but a few days still before the famed Festival of Lights will take him - and a lot of the Grounds, he imagines - out of town for a little bit. He's heard it's being held in the Oerwoud, a place that he remembers (vaguely), but beyond that, Danta isn't really one to care. Especially not when the Dusklight is busy, business is good, and the Grounds is doing so well.
The Maverick has just finished a conversation with one of the merchants in the Last Whisper, agreeing to stock a certain vintage of wine in exchange for Danta's help with a few issues he's been having with thieves. He's left looking like the cat who's got the cream, lounging on a dark coloured sofa, his waistcoat unbuttoned and his shirt mostly open, leaving quite a vivid collection of love bites on display.
If they bother him he doesn't show it, and nor does he seem to mind the world having its eyes on him and them, eventually rolling to sit up to call a waitress and ask for a refill of his drink.
The Maverick has just finished a conversation with one of the merchants in the Last Whisper, agreeing to stock a certain vintage of wine in exchange for Danta's help with a few issues he's been having with thieves. He's left looking like the cat who's got the cream, lounging on a dark coloured sofa, his waistcoat unbuttoned and his shirt mostly open, leaving quite a vivid collection of love bites on display.
If they bother him he doesn't show it, and nor does he seem to mind the world having its eyes on him and them, eventually rolling to sit up to call a waitress and ask for a refill of his drink.
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
