[Mini Event] counter balance this commotion

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame To his immense relief, there were other voices: nothing harsh, nothing reckless, nothing rash, but sentiments expressed through experiences and lines drawn in the sand. He breathed easier, he slid into his chair, and he listened, absorbing, intent on every single sight, sound, and message, grateful, so damned grateful they’d all bothered to come at all. He said so with the bridge of his smile, the small, indentations in his cheeks, the promise of something occurring beyond vitriol and contempt. Remi’s information was intriguing: Arduinna again, displaying her ability to protect and guard (but why was the underlying notion too – what did she stand to gain from continuing to allow them access, to thwart Delah’s position time and time again?). The sickness amidst the trees was something he hadn’t heard either; too preoccupied with his own mission and merciless divide to notice a blight. “So we could leave them alone.” He nodded, corresponding another tale to add to the distinction of Arduinna (not to be trusted hung in the air, bristled against his senses). “When we went to rescue those who were captured, Arduinna led us to the Village, with a debt to be owed later.” He left that in the ether too, to billow or bluster; if it was another impending doom, damnation, or something else altogether. Jigano’s assistance and support was a welcome thing: he nodded towards the bard, but tilted his head at the silence. Jigano was rarely hushed. There was always something on his mind. Maybe he was waiting, for a chance to bite, for a chance to emulate, for a chance to sink into whatever subject came to the corresponding discussions. Phoebe and her dragon’s entrance was duly noted with a reticent stare, an arched brow, but nothing else untoward, head tilted as he listened to her address. Though he had a natural distrust towards gods and deities, if others had the capability to communicate with them…he couldn’t see the harm. If the celestial beings could provide an another angle, or any guidance at all, they could put it to use. “If you wish, I see no harm in asking your deity.” His eyes shifted across the surroundings, amongst all the others; to see if they had taken issue with the notion; he wouldn’t know, comprehend, or understand any other dilemmas situated with the heavenly forms. Another entered and proffered knowledge – not something they were ignorant of, but the beast nodded at the other, grateful the stranger offered some form of sagacity. The Outlanders, the Naturals, all of them were Outsiders in comparison to the Fae. Ronin arrived too, and Deimos was quick to give him a nod of recognition, silent acknowledgments and thank yous, support in silence. Then the sun was there, a shock of brilliance simmering along his skin, and he gave the swiftest wink towards her, before listening, listening, listening, about the traders, about how she was brave enough, undaunted enough, audacious enough to go whistling straight back to Delah. Perhaps she was their best chance, agreed upon by Roana moments later. But would it be sending her straight back into danger – or was Delah more tolerant of her, allowing her freedom and liberation? He mused for a moment, then rounded his gaze upon them all again. “So we could extend invitations to meet us, and offer assistance in repairing the blight? And keep trading on neutral ground?” Would they need to go further? Was it too far of a stretch? Were they in agreement – or as Remi had stated, should they leave well enough alone, having already done enough damage? {No post order - continue discussing!} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace