Carve Out a Niche [Seasonal Event]

ALISTAIR Alistair had but one run-in with Deimos, and it was quite enough to make an impression. Didn't appear the type to waste words or actions, oddly enough reminded him of Devrum in that sense. Which worked out well enough because Alistair couldn't stop speaking and he moved as freely as the wind. He had tracked Deimos with the intent of offering a chance to join the Bounty Hunters Guild, no doubt Ronin would approve. Though as he drew closer and realized the large man was approaching the Labryinth, Alistair hesitated but a moment. The whispered hiss and hum of his mask, and the gears that powered it pumped through as he tilted his head curiously. A click of his palm and Alistair appeared sitting on a wall to Deimos' side. "Hello" A distorted voice could be heard through the mask. "Labyrinth by yourself, either very foolish or very brave. Awful lot of nasty things in there waiting for you. So which is it...?" The voice asked as Alistair leaned forward, catching a view of a pumpkin off the corner of his eye before quickly steadying his bow and firing a shot through its mouth. The distorted voice laughed as he leapt down to Deimos' side. "Lead on then, brave fool." Arm swayed forward for Deimos to take the lead.