𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓢𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮

"A soul... here?" Orrick asked slowly, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and looking at Death closely. His voice was raspy and rough for some reason other than the cigarettes he was always smoking- even despite his promise to himself that he would quit. "I... might have had something to do with that. It's not very important, is it?"

@anrothan 
            "I was sent to collect a soul, but..." Death then opened his hand and in it came an open folder in a puff of smoke. There was a nameless, faceless pending soul in the folder. "I haven't a clue where this person would be. Nor why he's so important." He flipped through a few pages of the folder, but this anonymous one was surely the one he was after. 

“Fair enough.” Graves leaned back against the wall, not minding how it stained the crisp white lines of his shirt with soot. He took out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, fingers fiddling with a match for a few moments before striking it and setting the cigarette alight. After, he held the match upside down and pinched out the wick to make sure it was out. “Looking for something?”

"A pleasure to meet you, Snow White," Anrothan replied, face and eyes betraying none of his thoughts or emotions. "I couldn't intrude," he said, politely declining. After all, Anrothan had no idea who these people were or might be. He hadn't survived this long by accepting dinner offers from strangers; Anrothan was too wary, too untrusting. And it had saved his life more than a few times. "Thank you for the offer, though. It is kind of you."
            
            With that done, Anrothan gave a nod to the woman and rode on, Cathan picking her way through the forest with ease.

@anrothan 
            
            "Oh, pardon me, Anrothan." A soft smile fell onto her face as she collected the last of the berries and found her way onto her feet once again. "I'm Snow White," she introduced herself politely. "My dwarfs are expecting supper. You're welcome to stay if you'd like!" She was eager to offer food as it was just in her nature to be nice to anyone who breathed. Sure, this got her in a lot of trouble in the past and nearly killed three times, but she really couldn't help it. 

"That's good," he automatically replied, trying his best to be polite and not intimidating- like usual. Anrothan wondered what her story was for a brief moment before shaking that thought off, stroking a hand down Cathan's neck to calm her- she got skittish after too long for standing still. She was a war horse, after all. 
            
            Anrothan turned his head at the sound of the other's voice, alert and watchful. It always paid to be aware of one's surroundings; Anrothan had seen his fair share of ambushes, been both on the receiving and giving ends of them.
            
            "Not at all," he replied. "You didn't distract me. And I am no 'sir'. Just Anrothan will do." His accent gave almost a musical quality to his words, softening his tone even as it contrasted with how low and rough his voice was. He had left all the titles and 'sirs' behind when he had left the military, and good riddance to them.

@frosty-_ 
            "I wouldn't know, Mr. Death," Snow replied quietly. She was silent for a moment before she spoke up again, curiously. "Say, how did you get here?" 

@GrimIndeed
            Death nodded as he looked at her before sighing. “And this Death seems lazy...I can feel lingering souls...” he murmured as he looked around before sighing a bit.

@frosty-_ 
            "Oh, I suppose not," Snow replied as her smile fell. "You see, just last year Death came and took my mother away, and he did not share your face. And I can assure you, sir, no one has died in this castle today." She informed him of her personal knowledge quite kindly, possibly just as confused as to why he was here right now.