letting go and going down

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

"Oh, lucky you," Danta croons, doing little to wipe away the blood and figuring he'll find a stream or two on the way back to the Hollowed Grounds - or he won't, and it won't matter either away. "Don't ruin the illusion, now. Having only seen you in action this once, I'm inclined to believe you were always so skilled." Rolling the cuffs of his shirt so they are as clean as possible, Danta looks like a very violent gentleman indeed as he straightens up.

"Tavern? Oh, several. There's the Vlamvloed, but I own a brothel with a bar, so I suppose that counts as well. Either way, you'll need to go down into the Last Whisper to find them. If you don't know the way, you're welcome to tail me." On the wing, of course - Danta isn't walking home if he doesn't have to.

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