DEIMOS
Deimos took the information instilled with a brief snort, but would likely still remain polite. Those manners had long since been engrained and probably weren’t going anywhere. His eyes went towards the bar again, and the sanction within, and though he didn’t relate the voids and images he’d seen down here for years while they were trapped within the barrier, or willingly doing something asinine and dangerous, the alterations were still something to be admired.
The Sword’s drink was a simple beer; he had other sojourns to attend to thereafter. Taking a sip, he permitted a slight grin at the insinuations, that pull of boyish mischief remaining as he set the tankard down. “I did not think the frostbloom would give you much trouble.” Not unless he’d gone to touch it – he could see where it would be a further tribulation for an Ancient.
His eyes narrowed briefly at the mention of ‘Naomi’, before realizing he’d meant Noah, and listening in on more of the multitudes. “Which is understandable.” Any leader would’ve balked at the tones or insinuations; and the Sword hoped the Forsaken would take it as a learning curve, rather than an ambush or childish endeavor. “Will you permit him to keep working in the Grounds on Vi’s behalf?”
Amidst the conversation, the last thing he expected was to hear the sound of something smacking into a window – but sure enough, glancing upward in all his manner of unyielding senses – beheld a raven slowly sinking down the frame of glass. “Hm. Do they do that often here?” Somehow get underground and assault veneers?
The Sword’s drink was a simple beer; he had other sojourns to attend to thereafter. Taking a sip, he permitted a slight grin at the insinuations, that pull of boyish mischief remaining as he set the tankard down. “I did not think the frostbloom would give you much trouble.” Not unless he’d gone to touch it – he could see where it would be a further tribulation for an Ancient.
His eyes narrowed briefly at the mention of ‘Naomi’, before realizing he’d meant Noah, and listening in on more of the multitudes. “Which is understandable.” Any leader would’ve balked at the tones or insinuations; and the Sword hoped the Forsaken would take it as a learning curve, rather than an ambush or childish endeavor. “Will you permit him to keep working in the Grounds on Vi’s behalf?”
Amidst the conversation, the last thing he expected was to hear the sound of something smacking into a window – but sure enough, glancing upward in all his manner of unyielding senses – beheld a raven slowly sinking down the frame of glass. “Hm. Do they do that often here?” Somehow get underground and assault veneers?
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
