hammered steel & sharpened bone
come to the Underground Market!
The self assurance that bled from the motion of the titanic male leaning back onto his haunches was picked up by a well trained gaze. Attentive gaze locked with his own, Sirius listened intently and did not interrupt. A model leader, really. More often than not he was interrupted with a thousand questions or threats of violence when he stumbled too close to a raider's territories. Instead, he was being met with civility. What a breath of fresh air. “And who is this Master you speak of?” the Warlord finally enquired with an even voice. “I will admit, I am intrigued by what you are offering.” he added, and this bade well for the potential of the market. With a soft incline of his chin, he acknowledged the man's concerns. "His name is Augustus," Absinthe began simply, leaving the most important piece of information for him to gnaw on as he continued into an explanation intended to put the massive male more at ease. "he will be present for the entirety of the market, though he will merely be observing to ensure our people remain well behaved, and customers do not overstep. He prefers to keep out of the spotlight, I'm sure you can understand why." auds tipped back respectfully, hellfire optics were framed by pinched brows as he sought to soothe the concerns of a potential guest to the market. "Shall I inform my master to expect a visit from you and your people sometime soon?" he questioned with a slight tilt of his head, merely hoping to further gauge Sirius' interest in attending. STEP IN LINE, EVERYTHING WILL BE JUST FINE |