who we are and all that we're trying to be
On top of everything else, there was the council to consider. Deimos hadn’t complained of any lack of meetings – his hatred and abhorrence of them long since established in Helovia, and he didn’t quite look upon them fondly now. Between acquiring healings measures for Amalia, hunting for dragons in Halo, training anyone who wished for it within the barracks, and the Artisan’s guild inclinations, his list of responsibilities had grown and prospered – and now there would be other things to consider once this forum got underway.
He didn’t come empty-handed, a few papers rolled up of sketches and diagrams, potential defenses he’d had in mind for just-in-case methods, and more to take notes upon. Upon entering the Artist’s Sanctuary, the General offered a nod towards Jigano (a level of uncertainty plaguing him again), gaze maneuvering to Rexanna, reticent features turning to the fringes of a smile, another nod extended to her, before taking a seat.
It takes dying to know
How to live as ghosts
