DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
While Belial munched, Deimos snorted at the companion, before turning his attention back to Alys. Doing her best to learn was another notion of alteration and change, because he could remember her obstinance over the mere thought of it – angling his features away in case he had to smother another laugh again.“I did want to ask you.” He morphed the subject lines anyway, curious about her thoughts, insight, and potential input on another matter. “Evie and I asked for the hot springs to be infused with healing magic from the Nature aspect of Frey.” Collecting more material for the semblances, he persisted, turning his eyes back to her and away from the walls. “They need significant amounts of the efas herb from the Labyrinth in the Grounds. Would you be willing to take a group there?” Since she was familiar; Deimos had been several iterations, but was more than likely to maul speaking squirrels or set things on fire or cheat and fly over.
Unite and spread the heart apart
