Dante

Dante listened to the girl talk, ears perking up when he heard about the rods. He looked at her, dropping the final complete rod into the cloth he had set up next to the anvil, the rod clinking as it hit the others. "Why are you talking like that?" he asked, giving her an odd gaze. When she mentioned her name and being at his service, he cocked his head, eyes widening a little. "Oh, uh... ok. I'm Dante Obsid. Pleasure to meet you." Dante said calmly, handing the bag with the items to the girl. He put up the 'Gone for awhile' sign, and stepped out, shaking his cloak after grabbing his sword, the sharp blade at his waist. "Anyways, I'm off about this adventure. Feel free to follow!" He said, mimicking the sing-song voice and dashing off, using the same path he did when he first moved here, jumping off the side, landing on an old, steady roof, and running along it, jumping aside, not many bothering to look up, and he made his way to the gate, wanting to hear about the adventure. Hearing about this from one like Hazeal, surprised him. He was excited. Something like this hadn't happened to him before. His blood rushed at the thought. He soon was in sight of the gate of the capital, running and waving, hoping he wasn't too late.