To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Halo was a region that thrived on their assistance with one another – it was how they’d survived for so long. This was just another example of citizens lending their support – as was frequently done with food, storage, sicknesses, and any other means or necessities. Shaking the man’s hand in return, the Sword committed the name to memory, eyes narrowing only a fraction as he recognized the individual from the recent meeting about deities and heralds. “Deimos.” From there, with Belial taking his spot on the sled with a shuffle of deer feet and wings, the Warden began snagging at the lumber, and placing the blocks of wood within the vessel. “Where are you headed?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace