Zavien
Zavien nodded along with Deimos's words, watching as the man incinerated the papers, followed by the peppermint bark. At least the second left a pleasant scent in the air, but - contrary to its purpose - it did little to calm the anxieties in his chest. Sol did a better job, the heat of his breath warm against the Dragoon's palm as the little dragon rubbed his snout along his hand.
Looking to the Warden, some of the strategic soldier returned, warring with the growing dread that weighed down at his hope. "Are there any safe forms of communication left?" Not being able to access the Attuned bond, it hadn't really occurred to Zavien, although it wouldn't be much help to him either way. He might consider asked a god for something that might protect him against such spying, but it didn't seem as important compared to the flowers.
Looking to the Warden, some of the strategic soldier returned, warring with the growing dread that weighed down at his hope. "Are there any safe forms of communication left?" Not being able to access the Attuned bond, it hadn't really occurred to Zavien, although it wouldn't be much help to him either way. He might consider asked a god for something that might protect him against such spying, but it didn't seem as important compared to the flowers.
Be like a solid tower
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
whose brave height remains unmoved by all the winds that blow.
