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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "...Oh." Sam looked disappointed as Deimos revealed that the fight was not a success; he had hoped for an underdog tale of small against large, winning against the odds. Watching the dragon be pushed along the table he continued to listen, though with slightly less enthusiasm, wondering if he and Deimos had different definitions of 'hopeful'. "The Frostbreath Steppe..it doesn't sound like a very nice place." Like Halo but somehow even more cold, from the name. Though the sound of trying to 'cause trouble' brought a little smile to his face as he imagined Deimos playing pranks and rebelling against the world. "How did you cause 'trouble'?" take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.