Remi had opted to accompany Deimos in his rarely used Raróg shift. At first glance, one might be tempted to think he was merely some species of hawk that remained perpetually on fire, but on a nearer inspection, an aura of happiness would pervade the area. Given that the pair were heading into one of the lands most overrun with void nonsense, Remi thought perhaps a bit of magical Prozac might help keep their spirits light, all things considered.
No, no one at all. Ronin and I have been in the springs twice now? three times? and nothing.so often that Odd has been checking to make sure the algorithm is working properly. After what happened at the meeting I had hoped someone else who had died might reach out and offer up a flower that they kept locked in their attic or some such, but so far, nothing. It's said with a slight mental smirk that's as much to do with how aggravating the situation was as much as the magic his shift offered.
No, no one at all. Ronin and I have been in the springs twice now? three times? and nothing.
the bastion
