DEIMOS
we've all got blood on our hands
something somewhere had to die
so we could stay alive
Deimos preferred frequenting the bars in Halo, and even then, it wasn’t very often. They were easy meeting places for hunters, trackers, and guild members to gather outside of any particulars, and the venue was comfortable, easygoing, and known. Being asked to snag at information within Stormbreak was something else altogether, and it had taken him a multitude of directions from strangers to gain access to the unknown streets, figure out the location, and then sigh when he discovered the person he was supposed to meet hadn’t arrived yet.Rather than settle himself into the unknown, he glanced at the set of luxere antlers, and then promptly sat upon a bench outside, flicking open his notebook again, jotting down dates and times, and trying to mire through the impending mess of other parameters.
