We've been shown how not to live by gracious kings of old
Noah's arrow sank into the middle of the target and its assault stopped. Much like the wounded, scared animal Deimos portrayed it as would fall on the killing blow. He stood there and watched it burn, eyes only turning back up to Deimos when the warlord made the flames reach higher and higher. A smile painted broadly across the hunter's face as he stepped forward and around the burning target, closing the distance between the two men. Noah clapped the taller man on the back, letting a sigh of satisfaction fall from his lips. "I think that was good for today. Deimos, I really mean it when I say I appreciate this gift. It was very kind of you to make this for me. I am thankful that our paths in life crossed."
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