DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
The Sword’s route had been different from the others – having stopped by his inn to change, then Flora’s boat to transfer items and Pierce’s blood – his angles had been in swift strides, listening to the gossip on the streets as he hastened by. It wasn’t a surprise to hear multitudes passed from one individual to the next, and he offered a long, slow sigh in passing, before making his way to the Hanged Man and its already gathered constituents.
His eyes went to the corner, noting most looking a little worse for wear and the mood dour, so he nodded to each in turn, before snagging his own seat, and a large tankard of beer to consume. The silence was something overbearing, surprising given his own predilections towards that default quiet, his brow arching, glancing at everyone – content that Sunjata had managed to get his way out. “Evening.”
His eyes went to the corner, noting most looking a little worse for wear and the mood dour, so he nodded to each in turn, before snagging his own seat, and a large tankard of beer to consume. The silence was something overbearing, surprising given his own predilections towards that default quiet, his brow arching, glancing at everyone – content that Sunjata had managed to get his way out. “Evening.”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
