[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Rumpelstadt]
Alexander kept his arms folded, shoulder pressed against the tavern's worn wooden wall, watching Dante and Tamamo-no-Mae converse with the tavern owner. Or rather—Tamamo conversed; Dante simply stood like a statue, unmoving save for the faint shift of his posture every now and then.
("Those two really caused all that destruction from just fighting?") the thought scraped through Alexander's mind for the hundredth time, and still it felt unreal. The memory of the mountain-sized slab flying through the sky replayed in the corner of his vision like a threatening possibility. People weren't supposed to be capable of that. Not normal people.
He leaned in toward Ivan. "Oi, Ivan. You sure you wanna tag along with those two?" His voice dropped lower, as if he feared Dante might overhear despite the distance.
Ivan raised a brow, trying to appear confident. "Yeah…"
