The presented gift

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame At least Sascha was apt to follow ties and lines of others – enough to recognize the name and stature from previous seasons and years. “They are related. But certainly different from one another.” Loren had lacked the Merciless’ tyrannical tendencies, been capable of assisting others where Zariah had instigated arrests, hatred, vehemence, and rebellions. He was also far more likable, which was a difficult designation to pierce through the Sword’s perceptions – but there it was, curling and coiling in his mind. Sascha wouldn’t have to fear Loren, like he might Zariah, and the other man would likely be far more willing to cultivate, teach, instruct, and help summoning abilities. The subject switched to exactly that while they walked, closer and closer to the building. “I have seen him summon bears. And a kitsune.” Likely other things could billow and fan from mastered capabilities, from honing one’s skill. Sascha should be able to learn from all sorts of fellow mages, grow, and expand his prowess, potential, and adeptness; more and more to help the world he’d found himself within. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace