To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “You are welcome,” and he gave half a grin, tugging the sled along, listening to it echo across the stones and snow. Halo, and himself, had always been supportive in the range of providing opportunities for strength – whether it be mentally or physically. “I also have the barracks,” for which he angled his jaw in the direction of the quarters, “that you can use.” Soldiers and warriors constantly dueling, skirmishing, honing their techniques, as well as any number of targets, weight systems, and the climbing wall, merely for starters. Rumbling further down the land, Deimos arched his brow at the offer, not having even bothered to consider before – well versed in simply doing multitudes on his own. “If you would like.” Holding out the sheet of paper, in order of which houses were next on the list, he pointed to the next one down. “While I get this, you can head here,” since it was quite close, only two houses further. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace