amun
Amun had sent Deimos a short note. It was written in the Ascended’s distinctive scrawl, developed on the high seas. Short as it was, it had contained quite a bit of information, namely that the potter was indeed interested in joining the Artisan’s Guild now that his pottery studio was all up and running, he still needed a kiln, and if the General wanted to help Amun with that problem, the other man should meet the Ascended after sundown.
Hopefully Deimos would be up for it. Indeed, the potter was already inside, doing a bit of clean-up in case he had a guest. As he swept and whatnot, he whistled a jaunty tune, a spring in his step.
Hopefully Deimos would be up for it. Indeed, the potter was already inside, doing a bit of clean-up in case he had a guest. As he swept and whatnot, he whistled a jaunty tune, a spring in his step.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
