DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
While Deimos listened to the tale of how Willis had somehow managed to thwart and maul a frost giant, the healthy amount of skepticism remained inward. Taking the notions as best he could, with barely an arched brow, he pondered over the complexities of someone boasting about landing such a creature. Issues could’ve easily been cultivated on any other venture, and perhaps the Accepted had seemingly run into good fortune or better tactics than most of the Halovian trackers. He’d air towards the former. “I see,” he mentioned. “Maybe you could teach some of our own.”
His eyes narrowed again though at the mention of families and Torchlight (presuming Torchline), or the advantages of being a guild member – Deimos had led it for quite a few years, and his rewards yielded more towards knowledge, expertise, proficiency, and growth in the guild itself. “What benefits are you implying?”
His eyes narrowed again though at the mention of families and Torchlight (presuming Torchline), or the advantages of being a guild member – Deimos had led it for quite a few years, and his rewards yielded more towards knowledge, expertise, proficiency, and growth in the guild itself. “What benefits are you implying?”
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
