[SE] a fort to be reckoned with

Deimos

He shrugged at her irritation – finding he remained unbothered by it as a whole, used to some portions of the world having limitations. The only time it’d truly rankled had been when cultivating and creating items for wars and simply not having enough to go around. Sah’s presence had been helpful in those arrangements, but even then, there were still formations to go through and think about when it came to which was more important. Peace meant he had far more flexibility to deciding where some pieces would and could go, rather than the wholly beneficial means and measures.

He'd turned back to his sled, grabbing hold of another package, when her inquiry came along. His brows furrowed for a moment, lost in thought, not certain what her definition of ‘cool’ would be. “Depends on what you mean – but mine usually come with dual purposes.” Pausing as he dragged the logs and jerky combination over, he went to drop them off at another house, nodding his head at one of the inhabitants who immediately stepped outside to snag at the parcel. Returning, he offered another smile. “Probably Evie and I’s wedding rings. I had them embedded with luck.” His eyes flickered over to the watchtower in the distance. “I made communication devices too – thought they would be useful for the region. And weapons as well."

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