[Training] [se] dead language mystery

Deimos To be fair, the guild hadn’t been a mentioned bit in their last conversation, nor had he taken it up or tried to restore it beforehand. It had been within the interim, much like many other notions and measures. With an arch to his brow and a vague tilt to his head, his eyes wandered upwards towards where Belial was obnoxiously lounging on one of the steps, before they flicked back to Gideon. “Monster hunting.” Self-explanatory by the name alone. “There was a daemon nearby,” and he jutted his jaw towards the surrounding barrows, farther back, that appeared merely as rolling hills. The Priest seemed to make himself comfortable, and the Sword withheld a threatening sigh. He wouldn’t know about the busy life of the righteous – but his gaze narrowed in brief speculation about the Ascended weaponry. “What did they use?” And his Order secrets were safe. Deimos likely didn’t want to know, and Noah usually mentioned the more prominent details and speculations. The question about Remi had his brows furrowing though, uncertain about where the topic was going. “Not well,” not anymore. Long gone was the altruistic man amidst the Grounds. And likely to stay that way. “Why do you ask?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime