i lived two lives

Deimos

While Erebos occasionally squirmed, and Deimos had to snag his hair out of the youth’s grasp, Theea seemed to be absorbing some portions around her – his brow arched at the brightness in his tone at the mention of other guild members. He sighed inwardly, wondering if this was going to be an upcoming issue of too many unknowns in one setting: if they’d be able to instill a working camaraderie, rather than the usual onslaught of so many trying to be the hero all at once. Another residual point crossed his mind, but he kept it to himself, arching a brow, meant to be a singular tease. “Good. Perhaps you can help me keep them in line.” Not that he worried so much about Damien, the woodcutter seemed to have a level head on his shoulders, but Koa was prone to feats of…lofty grandeur.

Then he moved onward, gesturing towards a cabinet closer to the hearth. “Pantry there,” and eyeing its contents, shrugged, listened to the babe giggle at the movements, before snagging at one of the jerky snacks contained within.

Thereafter though were more exciting portions, beginning to incline his way towards a hall further in the back, while Erebos squealed and beckoned, waving for Theea to follow. “We have an armory here – you can find weapons of your choosing,” all made and crafted by the Sword, so they weren’t going to be cheapened quality. Opening the room, he stepped out of the way, so she could explore the space, the well-organized portions of armaments and shields.

we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts