Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
He waited, giving ample opportunity for Amhran to ponder, consider, and ultimately decide. He smiled, nodding at the inclinations, processing, and calculations, before closing the journal and placing it back in his bag. “Spiders it is.” Amused at the sudden bout of confidence, the Sword followed steadfastly, in and amongst the brush, suddenly uncertain if he’d have a preference for autumn at this time – so they could bring home vampire gourds for impending pumpkin related food. Unfortunately, it was not to be, but a consideration for the future.“Much more enjoyable,” he rumbled in response instead; if one got past the horrors of the past. But it was true, the Hollowed Grounds had much more to offer than the wasteland of the desert. With another snag at the bond, Belial descended at his side, already hunting for said spiders as well, hooting at the demigod simply for attention’s sake. “If you find any, do not touch them,” by way of warning; much like the plant they’d studied in Hak Etme. At least Deimos wouldn’t have to destroy these creatures (though the inclination would remain there, regardless).
