He'd never been to the Glade before, but the morning sun was begging to be explored in and who was Dante to say no? He's certainly not the most graceful as he bumbles through the woods, more interested in observing the plants along the way and the occasional small animal he may have startled from their breakfast, but he still enjoys his walk through the woods as a moment to reflect on the situations he's found himself in since arriving in Caido. Even if getting lost in the results of his thought end in a few falls over roots determined to see his demise and subsequently dirty pants.
But what pulls him from his reverie of the luck to run into Clemente and someone as kind as Evie to show him the way during Longnight, is the dull thud of something impacting a tree across the clearing he'd eventually skirted his way along. The mud that oozes along the shaft of the sudden protrusion in its midst is certainly disturbing in a way that is when nature moves against the laws of, well, nature itself. Pulling his gaze away with a raised brow he follows the likely path of the arrow back to a complete bear of a man standing with his bow.
"What'd that mud ever do to you, huh?" He calls out before thinking that perhaps interrupting an armed and hulking stranger wasn't the brightest idea. It's too late to take the words back once they've slipped past his lips and while stepping into plain view might not be the best idea when someone is holding a bow, Dante hasn't run into anyone in Caido that's meant him harm.
Hopefully that remained true in the glade.
let me spin and excite you
