To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos was beginning to wonder if simply…paying attention may not have been one of Eternum’s stronger skills, but he coincided with the sheepish notions nonetheless. “It would strengthen your magic,” and he shrugged his shoulders again. If the Abandoned didn’t have the motivation to do so, at least in the moment, the Warden wouldn’t be pushing him any further into those regards. Belial had a wicked streak of mischief rampage through him at the man’s look, to which the Sword could only shake his head, glare and warn the creature again. “That is Belial. My apologies.” Which was something he had to do, frequently, given the companion’s aspects. “He is a peryton. Found him hunting down ningo.” The youth wagged his fluffy deer tail, and then leaned back into his spot along the sled. Not knowing who your local leaders were was a bit of a conundrum for Deimos, uncertain what to make of Eternum. Choosing to ignore the joke altogether, he turned down a lane. “Need to drop some off here,” before snagging at a bundle of food, and wandering up to the closest door. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace