To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Amiable and agreeable to the placement, he followed the accord and directions, gently dropping them beside the door for ready access. He didn’t expect the next inquiry – and the primordial, habitual reserve began to take over. It would be very easy to opt out and refuse the kind gesture, for he certainly had enough to do, but as leader, he needed to consistently expand his horizons. The Sword had his tight circle of friends, family, and loved ones, but Halo brethren were important too, just as much as everyone else. With that train of thought, and half a grin, he nodded. “How about after I deliver the rest of these?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace