Deimos
An influx of letters about some new variant of vampire gourds had the Sword sweeping through the guild library. Not an uncommon notion, snagging the opportunity when he had it, and by the time he’d surprised several other members, glancing up from their tables, he shook them off and grabbed at a book detailing the variety of seasonal creatures.
Claiming a table for himself closer to the crackling hearth, he opened to the specific pages on the pumpkins; familiar, with them, given his years spent in the Hollowed Grounds. Glancing between the pictures along the parchment, and the ones hastily sketched within the messages, indicated that perhaps another adaptation had stirred amidst Caido. He’d certainly never heard of them floating, or conjuring illusions. Not quite frowning, but certainly narrowing his eyes in speculation, he extended a long, deep breath, settled into the chair, and began to respond. Seemed they’d be heading on a hunt soon.
Claiming a table for himself closer to the crackling hearth, he opened to the specific pages on the pumpkins; familiar, with them, given his years spent in the Hollowed Grounds. Glancing between the pictures along the parchment, and the ones hastily sketched within the messages, indicated that perhaps another adaptation had stirred amidst Caido. He’d certainly never heard of them floating, or conjuring illusions. Not quite frowning, but certainly narrowing his eyes in speculation, he extended a long, deep breath, settled into the chair, and began to respond. Seemed they’d be heading on a hunt soon.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
