Zuriel snorted and rolled her eyes, before opting to give Deimos a slightly wider berth at the lack of impending danger for the moment, taking a few steps away in order to peruse through the snow with her muzzle. Belial stayed right at the Warden’s heels though, sharp eyes intent on the dog, before doing several bounding leaps and circling around Deimos as he took a few long strides towards several of the trees. His gaze was for other malicious creatures potentially amidst the wood – like the man-sized spiders that always sent guild members and trackers thundering into these parts. “True. We have not been the most fortunate.” But perhaps recent actions would change things.
At least the Citadel was safe.
Given the Sword’s own creative mind, he wouldn’t have been bothered by the artisanal discussion. His brow arched at the notions of a wood carving though, with certain hues and blends and complexities. Nodding at the description, of no notches, knots, or twists, he went on searching as well – though, with an offer in place should naught be decent enough for the upcoming work. “Well, if you do not spot one in particular, I can make the wood for you.” The carving, of course, would be entirely up to Iskra.
At least the Citadel was safe.
Given the Sword’s own creative mind, he wouldn’t have been bothered by the artisanal discussion. His brow arched at the notions of a wood carving though, with certain hues and blends and complexities. Nodding at the description, of no notches, knots, or twists, he went on searching as well – though, with an offer in place should naught be decent enough for the upcoming work. “Well, if you do not spot one in particular, I can make the wood for you.” The carving, of course, would be entirely up to Iskra.
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
