[Mini Event] Reap what you have sown

DEIMOS Delivered from the blasts The Sword had seen the Queen’s note far later than intended, other circumstances and necessities ensuring he hadn’t gone to his home until dusk. Only then did he peer upon the paper, sigh, and turn back around, heading straight for the Greatwood and its borders, on foot instead of plumes and wings, ensuring his weapons were there and ready in case of some ridiculous onslaught. He had some information regarding the factions from Rexanna, and from his own experiences within Safrin’s library and portal books, otherwise, he was likely to be as much a bystander as the rest of the gathered flock. He arrived on the tell-end of some vitriol and vehemence, an expectation in regards to the current ongoings, understandable nuances of venom and its ilk – Delah’s loss of warriors requiring explanations, and then what to come thereafter. Politics and diplomacies had never been amidst his repertoire, more akin to a designated warrior, stalwart guard, or some other twisted assemblage of a weapon. Along his presence though, he nodded his head to both Fae chieftess, respectful because she was potent and he’d seen her work, and Wessex; standing nearby, for whatever machination or means necessary. the last of a line of lasts