the knowledge of all around us

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The first order of business after morning patrol was breakfast. Up well before dawn, he and the other soldiers had trekked along the Citadel walls, monitored for any impending notions over the horizon, taunted ningo, then swung around towards the inner courtyards, pathways, streets, routes, and businesses. All had been relatively calm, save for a few more of the tangleweeds that he’d instantly set on fire, and the notions of couriers finding him well before he thought of going to the office. They likely figured they’d have better odds of catching him amongst his kingdom, rather than held up by the Palace (correct), and so he placed the letters in his jacket pocket, sighing at some of the names contorted across. Likely not good news. So the aroma of the nearby bakeries opening their doors and wafting fumes of fresh bread, scones, pastries, and whatever else they’d concocted in the early morning hours lured and enticed too. The Warden followed the streamlined path of others doing much the same, figuring he’d snag a few things for himself, his family, and anyone else lingering around the barracks (his next stop) that hadn’t partaken in their meals yet. Nodding along to several passersby, he joined the queue, already out the door, tall stature well above most of his citizens, sharp eyes flickering in different directions, watchful, heedful, at all times. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace