Ankyra Sound devil's backbone

The joy did not fade from her expression as she closed some of the remaining space between them. Even her greeting seemed to ring out with a jubilee that Kierkegaard could never have hoped to match. His molten gaze lingered on her for a short time as she trotted forward and inquired as to what he was doing, adding that she would join him as company for a short while if he would like. The ghostly figure swung his head to look at her with a dull blink before he nodded his head.

“If you'd like,” the mercenary rumbled in a gruff timbre. His eyes roamed her figure for another second or two before he continued on his beaten path with a steady sway of his body. Kierkegaard kept an eye out for anything that might seem amiss. The brute was not strong in social situations, so he did not know what was appropriate to say to the exuberant girl. “Your name?” the ghost inquired with a swiveling ear.