I carried my own ashes to the mountains
With every intention of taking a detour towards Frey’s Breath, the Sword was only distracted and deterred from the sojourn by a singular, irritating peryton.
A long sigh, which was beginning to become habitual lately, unfurled from his chest as he rapidly followed the beast as he flew ahead, hooting and hollering as if he’d found something. “Better be good,” he announced by way of a distinct and unamused rumble, anticipating that it was going to be something asinine. Like a bug.
The companion continued along the cavern corridors and avenues until Deimos recognized the Crust – and a distinct outline of someone else in the vicinity. Proud of himself, Belial declared and announced their presence by another loud round of squeals and taunts, echoing and reverberating off the chambers with a precise amplitude.
A long sigh, which was beginning to become habitual lately, unfurled from his chest as he rapidly followed the beast as he flew ahead, hooting and hollering as if he’d found something. “Better be good,” he announced by way of a distinct and unamused rumble, anticipating that it was going to be something asinine. Like a bug.
The companion continued along the cavern corridors and avenues until Deimos recognized the Crust – and a distinct outline of someone else in the vicinity. Proud of himself, Belial declared and announced their presence by another loud round of squeals and taunts, echoing and reverberating off the chambers with a precise amplitude.
DEIMOS
