Haunted Wood the sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fill

arcturus deemed hela's answer was truth; he saw no dishonor or lie dance across her gaze. he considered himself a good reader of others -- his eyes were sharp, and suspicions high -- but hela's answer placated him.

it was not a custom arcturus loved -- or even liked -- but he would accept it as a custom for others. thankful he was not born into such a blooded lifestyle, arcturus nodded as silence rolled out between them.

"very well then. the offer of my services still stands." he only hoped he did not end up sharing the same fate as vengeance, should they take him upon his offer.

he waited for further courtesies, and then once hela dismissed him, made his way home.