[hr][h1][b][i][color=00FCD8][center]Aster Damien Luxiel[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/363556781537886208/630629335740710922/Webp.net-resizeimage.jpg[/img]
[/center][hr][center][color=00FCD8][b]Location[/b][/color]: Dining Pavilion
[color=00FCD8][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Aster rolled his eyes at Theresa’s lukewarm response. Why was [i]that[/i] the comparison? She chose literally the lowest bar next to Uggs―the appropriate reaction is clearly defined by the brand name and he will fight anyone who tries to tell him otherwise―and claims its better. Which is technically true but so is anything from the garbage so she doesn’t have to try really. He goes to say as such but the horn sounded and he groaned. Really? Right after he sat down to eat?

[color=00FCD8] “It means monsters sauntering a little too close for comfort.”[/color] Aster sighed, staring longingly at his food but pushing it away and standing back up with a little extra flair. [color=00FCD8] “They won’t make it through though so don’t stress about it. However, my curiosity is more than a little piqued. Gunna pop on over and see what all the commonition is about. Never know what is going to happen.”[/color] He wanted gossip material and a horn was [i]definitely[/i] prime material. He wasn’t going to miss out on this for anything. He blew a kiss towards Moana and Aurthur and positively skipped out of the dining pavilion.