DEIMOS
Tending to Halo at large kept him busy – there was the overall region to consider at all times, then the Barracks and soldiers, then the guild itself, so by the end of most days he’d traversed along the Citadel and Palace portions enough times to work up a plentiful appetite. With plans already made for dinner at home, he’d snack in between tasks, never intending to forgo any semblance of food when he could help it.
So armed with some chicken, already fried from the local stands, his eyes caught the familiar horse tied outside the Guild – brow arching and head tilting in contemplation, before letting himself in. His first stop was towards the bounty boards, and waving to several others studying over the table closest to the hearth, listening to a few sparse moments of conversation as they were replaying efforts over something near the Greatwood.
Tracing his way to the library, intending to enter in the latest notes from the void ursur hunt, he finally saw Colt. “Hello,” he rumbled in greeting, before placing his food down, and reaching towards the shelf to obtain the newest journal of accounts and creatures he’d been working through. Glancing back her way, noting the ribs and ale, he withheld a snort, and instead resumed his stance by turning a few pages until he found a blank sheet of parchment. “Everything all right?”
So armed with some chicken, already fried from the local stands, his eyes caught the familiar horse tied outside the Guild – brow arching and head tilting in contemplation, before letting himself in. His first stop was towards the bounty boards, and waving to several others studying over the table closest to the hearth, listening to a few sparse moments of conversation as they were replaying efforts over something near the Greatwood.
Tracing his way to the library, intending to enter in the latest notes from the void ursur hunt, he finally saw Colt. “Hello,” he rumbled in greeting, before placing his food down, and reaching towards the shelf to obtain the newest journal of accounts and creatures he’d been working through. Glancing back her way, noting the ribs and ale, he withheld a snort, and instead resumed his stance by turning a few pages until he found a blank sheet of parchment. “Everything all right?”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
