[Mini Event] counter balance this commotion

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He listened again, but most of the voices seemed faded, spent, inquiries and questions still roaming that they couldn’t signify answers with until later, when they’d tried, when they’d committed, when they’d granted effort into the coalition. Help, guidance, and assistance, but not without permission seemed the most likely of current torrents, yearning and longing for sagacity and advice from deities another. Perhaps it was better that they ended it here, civil and with fresh ideas polished across the surface. “Then we shall try.” He nodded to everyone – a silent acknowledgment, a thank you for coming in his hushed platitudes, relieved that there’d been a smoothness to it, even if the disparity between parties. At the very least, it hadn’t fallen apart, no one had fled the confines, no one had spit vitriol, acrimony, and venomous irreverence back into the fold: calm, composed. It was bizarre for his standards, when he’d been amidst too many blistering folds – but he was glad, satisfied, content for what it had been. “Perhaps we should meet again soon, when we have more information and results.” Then he allowed them to dissipate and depart as they pleased, food taken, staying behind to take care of anything else leftover or out. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace