Dantalion
how the fuck am I supposed to know
The letter that arrives at the Hanged Man's doorstep is written in a beautiful script, though shaky in parts, as if the writer has not practiced their penmanship in a long time.
Flora,
I wonder if I might borrow you for something personal.
Not like that, of course, though I do believe we got off on the wrong (invisible) foot, so perhaps another time.
I require that clever brain of yours, Guildmistress. I am hoping to prepare something in the Hollowed Grounds, and your expertise would be greatly appreciated.
Yours,
Danta
if we're in love or if we're in pain?
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.