DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Colossal, imposing, and towering above most of the rest of the market, it was easy for Deimos to bombard his way through the crowd simply by way of mass. There was no need to be overt; the fellow passersby tended to divert around him like a stream, and so his stride remained calm and self-possessed, gaze landing upon familiar stalls and portions of the bazaar that might suit Darkeye’s needs. Belial had already taken flight, whisking over people’s heads with regular zest, while Zuriel trudged close behind the Sword.Checking over his shoulder to ensure the older man was close at hand, he nodded and jutted his jaw towards a stall nearby – offering all sorts of alcohol, the seller exclaiming their wares in a loud, boisterous voice, thrumming and humming amidst the displays. “This one might be to your liking,” Deimos inclined, waiting for the inevitable depiction of choices, or the denial when nothing caught the man's eye. Then his gaze already locked further down the street, where they could snag a bite of food.
Unite and spread the heart apart
