I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Impending altercations, detainments, and procedures might’ve rankled, but Deimos had always been a beast of preparation, calculations, and machinations. To hear Ru’s stead and notions follow alongside was a breath of fresh air, a memory of times and worlds long before; he barely refrained from unfurling the snort building in his chest. Instead, he listened, head tilting as Sohalia launched into another monologue, nodding at the insinuations of lesson plans.
The Dragoons were another dilemma, and Deimos had means to address that as well. “I recently spoke to one of your Dragoons – Koa, I believe. Did you give him the authority to act as a militia in other lands?”
Waiting for that rebuttal or agreement, he hastened to other inquiries amidst the speech. “What are your protocols for those who break the law within Stormbreak?” What was to be expected? Deimos knew of Halo’s – though it certainly depended on the crime – and while he’d love to entertain the idea of a Basiner traditions - simply tossing someone off a mountainside - they had to approach matters more delicately in this world.
The Dragoons were another dilemma, and Deimos had means to address that as well. “I recently spoke to one of your Dragoons – Koa, I believe. Did you give him the authority to act as a militia in other lands?”
Waiting for that rebuttal or agreement, he hastened to other inquiries amidst the speech. “What are your protocols for those who break the law within Stormbreak?” What was to be expected? Deimos knew of Halo’s – though it certainly depended on the crime – and while he’d love to entertain the idea of a Basiner traditions - simply tossing someone off a mountainside - they had to approach matters more delicately in this world.
DEIMOS
