While Deimos often spent time journaling for the Monster Hunter’s Guild, he wouldn’t relent himself to detailing each and every parameter of their latest journeys. Too much action and restlessness in his blood to annotate those token notions; presuming someone else would be willing to take that charge on (hadn’t Maea been chronicling things?). So he nodded, pondering over those responsibilities, but leaving it to silence for now.
As Erebos slumbered on, he listened to the other portions and pieces Hadama had fixated on, and while the demigod certainly wasn’t on a list of the Sword’s favorites at the moment, he could at least snag and catch worthwhile exchanges. “That would make sense. They do not understand the customs and traditions here,” even while they tried to blend and camouflage, or break apart the seams. Pausing, his machinations began to stir again, head tilting, the following rumble persistent in his musing out loud. “Is there a way to take advantage of that?” In the time they had?
As Erebos slumbered on, he listened to the other portions and pieces Hadama had fixated on, and while the demigod certainly wasn’t on a list of the Sword’s favorites at the moment, he could at least snag and catch worthwhile exchanges. “That would make sense. They do not understand the customs and traditions here,” even while they tried to blend and camouflage, or break apart the seams. Pausing, his machinations began to stir again, head tilting, the following rumble persistent in his musing out loud. “Is there a way to take advantage of that?” In the time they had?
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
