DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
A relief – ultimately, to find no one was bothered by the influx of people. Each one took their multitudes in stride, conversations flickering and following along.
It was probably very wise of Noah to take on Mrs. Took, considering her husband’s reputation, and his experience with the family and business. Her scowl was deep and furrowed and discontent, but it couldn’t be helped given the situation. ”Husband said to go here,” she uttered, though she seemed a little put out. ”I got an injury to my leg, s’not too bad, but the infirmary was full at the moment, so,” she shrugged, arms already going to her chest no matter the Forsaken’s attempts at friendliness and amiability.
It was no surprise that Sah took immediately to the family – though Mrs. Banks was part of the weaponry store and creation, it was clear she was more than a little frazzled without her husband, or her own parents’ presence. The children ran around her legs and hooked to ankles, or immediately went dashing for supplies already set in place for other areas. ”Come along, little ones,” she uttered, tired, lifting the two who’d already clambered to her feet. Addressing Sah with a thin and fatigued smile, she lifted her eyes to gaze upon the surroundings. ”I need something to entertain them, or at least keep them calm. We were trying to stay out of the way so the shop could be repaired.”
Which left Deimos with Mrs. Knotwise – to which he didn’t mind. The woman might have been rattled and confused most of the time, but she was kind. Watching her stare at him for a long few moments, clearly trying to decipher where she’d seen him last, caused his head to tilt, extending an elbow out for her to grab. ”Oh, one of the Wardens,” she noted, and he nodded in accord, his rumble deep but quiet thereafter. “What can we do for you?” She patted his arm, clearly thinking or wondering why she’d traveled here, before uttering. ”Wanted to be of some use, dear,”.
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Decide how to best aid the NPCs! No post order!
It was probably very wise of Noah to take on Mrs. Took, considering her husband’s reputation, and his experience with the family and business. Her scowl was deep and furrowed and discontent, but it couldn’t be helped given the situation. ”Husband said to go here,” she uttered, though she seemed a little put out. ”I got an injury to my leg, s’not too bad, but the infirmary was full at the moment, so,” she shrugged, arms already going to her chest no matter the Forsaken’s attempts at friendliness and amiability.
It was no surprise that Sah took immediately to the family – though Mrs. Banks was part of the weaponry store and creation, it was clear she was more than a little frazzled without her husband, or her own parents’ presence. The children ran around her legs and hooked to ankles, or immediately went dashing for supplies already set in place for other areas. ”Come along, little ones,” she uttered, tired, lifting the two who’d already clambered to her feet. Addressing Sah with a thin and fatigued smile, she lifted her eyes to gaze upon the surroundings. ”I need something to entertain them, or at least keep them calm. We were trying to stay out of the way so the shop could be repaired.”
Which left Deimos with Mrs. Knotwise – to which he didn’t mind. The woman might have been rattled and confused most of the time, but she was kind. Watching her stare at him for a long few moments, clearly trying to decipher where she’d seen him last, caused his head to tilt, extending an elbow out for her to grab. ”Oh, one of the Wardens,” she noted, and he nodded in accord, his rumble deep but quiet thereafter. “What can we do for you?” She patted his arm, clearly thinking or wondering why she’d traveled here, before uttering. ”Wanted to be of some use, dear,”.
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Decide how to best aid the NPCs! No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
