[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos His hand paused, beginning to restlessly tap the charcoal against the paper until it made little darkened indentations into the parchment. His jaw couldn’t quite unclench itself, not when there were hordes of more worries upon the horizon, and that Safrin’s warnings had prepared them for something – but guarding against disease, and whatever else to come, was far more difficult than the more simplistic refrains of war. Another notion slid through his mind, and held there for a series of machinations – perhaps intermingling with all the dread and consternations cycling back through. “Have any gone into the Refuge?” He expected the other inquiry – easier to answer, though just as alarming. A long breath slid through his chest, and Belial wound around his boots, hooting quietly. “I have seen frostblooms and ursurs affected. Reports of corrupted frost foxes and luxere have been coming through too. I would not be surprised if there were others as well.” And all they could do was cull before something else occurred. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime