The Heartwood there was once a smile on this face

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he'd hope there'd be some physical indication to warn him if he ever came across the same psycho as the unfortunate soul across from him. right now, all he had to go off of was that the assailant was male. he would have asked for a description, but given his choice of words, astaroth doubted the pale wraith could provide a detailed enough appearance to be of any use.

"i suppose it is" came his answer, though in truth he wasn't all that worried. he was usually a pretty good judge of character, or so he liked to believe, and didn't plan to linger too long in one place. should he ever come face to face with the icky cannibal, he'd run, preferably before he had his face eaten.