Deimos
While Erebos climbed into a chair and sank into its deeper seat, legs dangling and giggling as he swung them back and forth, Deimos righted a few journals nearby that hadn’t been quite placed back in order, then arched his brow at Theea’s inquiry. “Yes. Though we do receive information from others, and try to verify it as best we can.” Much like the ventures they’d had recently in King’s End – some rumors were to be just that, and others burdened with the rich components of reality and all its burgeoning costs. Still, he didn’t want the tomes within this library to be filled with fanciful information. All of it was to showcase and highlight details, descriptions, and necessities for impending hunts, not old tales plagued with half-truths and exaggerations. Caido had enough embellishments.
Taking hold of one and inspecting it, he then opened to a page and showed it to her – all neatly labeled with pictures, diagrams, and precise accounts of creatures – this one designated with ‘Banshee’ written at the top. “Like this.” Letting her partake in whatever sagacity she wished, he shrugged. “So you can add your own someday.”
Taking hold of one and inspecting it, he then opened to a page and showed it to her – all neatly labeled with pictures, diagrams, and precise accounts of creatures – this one designated with ‘Banshee’ written at the top. “Like this.” Letting her partake in whatever sagacity she wished, he shrugged. “So you can add your own someday.”
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
