DANTE
I'm a professional idiot
don't tell my mom
Dante didn't know who Sunjata was, or Nate for that matter, but now wasn't the time to try and learn everyone's name in Torchline. Or the Hallowed Ground, for that matter. Sure, there wasn't as many people as back from his old life, but he only knew Clem there. Needless to say that his capacity for names wasn't used to being stretched to such an extent with so many new, and important, faces here.He's doesn't have much time to dwell on it regardless as the young girl scurries off with such a surprised exclamation. Did more Outlanders know about this kind of thing and he was just stupid? Either way, he didn't have to wait too long to find out what a seashell was. And there were so many.
Dante held out his hands to take the shells from Seren, holding each one up one by one to really look at it. What an odd creature the Sea was that it could fit in so many different shells. "Okay, I think that should be doable. How many sea's can there be to leave behind blue shells, right?" He offered her a bright smile as he pocketed the examples she had brought him.
"Loser gets dunked in the water, how about that?"
