Barrow Fields you're in my bad books

astaroth wasn't one to easily anger, but the pale man's words struck a nerve with the inky male that caused a nasty scowl to begin tugging along the edges of his lips. "offence taken", he let out with a furrow of his brow. he hadn't noticed any claim to the field, so why the wraith was so set on getting him to leave was beyond him.

still, even with a now sour mood, astaroth had no intentions to push the stranger's buttons any further and so silently turned to begin making his way back towards the coast. so much for that quick meal he'd been after.