cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Once the books were taken care of, he set to righting anything else out of place – tossing remnants of objects no one had bothered to take care of, or left forgotten – some earned their place in a lost and found container by the bounty board. While Colt rearranged chairs, he considered the room, tilting his head to see if there was anything else to square away, before shrugging his shoulders. “Heading upstairs,” because there’d be more to do amidst the second floor, where all the small rooms for sojourning hunters, offices, and the library was held.
He snorted at her ‘payback’, not sharing any of the several he’d supplied to the Flood over the years. “Maybe you can get some accuracy embedded into it,” at which he gave a juvenile grin, before advancing further, ascending towards his guildmaster’s office.
Another one he didn’t frequent on a regular basis – but the tracings of whatever he’d been working on last still lingered on the desk – the beginning stages of some drawing of Alys’s dream, trying to align portions to match the description. Something they might’ve faced, had they been forced back into the thresholds of Starfall again. A part of him still wanted to venture downward, into the promises pieces of beneath the isle.
Sighing, he rolled it back up, listening to Colt describe the other events from nearby. The Sword truly didn’t have any natural idea about a ‘rodeo’, save for some kind of ruckus with farm animals. “Erebos would probably like that.” Evie would probably try to ride something. Amhran might be intrigued. Partially to amuse himself while he sorted the pile of papers along the surface, he laughed, amusing himself, contemplating hunting down livestock as a hellhound. “Can I chase things?”
He snorted at her ‘payback’, not sharing any of the several he’d supplied to the Flood over the years. “Maybe you can get some accuracy embedded into it,” at which he gave a juvenile grin, before advancing further, ascending towards his guildmaster’s office.
Another one he didn’t frequent on a regular basis – but the tracings of whatever he’d been working on last still lingered on the desk – the beginning stages of some drawing of Alys’s dream, trying to align portions to match the description. Something they might’ve faced, had they been forced back into the thresholds of Starfall again. A part of him still wanted to venture downward, into the promises pieces of beneath the isle.
Sighing, he rolled it back up, listening to Colt describe the other events from nearby. The Sword truly didn’t have any natural idea about a ‘rodeo’, save for some kind of ruckus with farm animals. “Erebos would probably like that.” Evie would probably try to ride something. Amhran might be intrigued. Partially to amuse himself while he sorted the pile of papers along the surface, he laughed, amusing himself, contemplating hunting down livestock as a hellhound. “Can I chase things?”
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