To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Finishing the delivery with a few thanks and handshakes, the Sword returned to the sled, snagging at the thread to pull it along. “While I do hunt, that is not my main profession,” and here he grinned – because there were multitudes that Deimos encompassed – including still holding his General mantle, ensuring the protection of the kingdom, and any other political means. “Our hunters bring multitudes in, and then we can deliver.” Beings like Noah, who’d long since tracked across the snow, knew ins and outs of herds, and where the best locations were – for either avoidance or perseverance. “Halo works well as a community.” He had to wonder at the information brokers talents, considering these were well-known portions to their land. Perhaps he’d recently come into the role. His long strides persisted and continued along the snowy stones and paths, until they came to another home, and he rinse and repeated the same gestures. Returning, he inclined the potential in that direction too. “You can always join one. They are happy to have assistance.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace