Deimos
The knock brought him out of any clustered thoughts, managing to drive his wake out of the necessities of things hovering about the barracks, and more upon the guild itself. A quick, piercing glance noted Sah efficiently, nodding his head at the younger man’s appearance, as he untangled some long, wound sheet around the couch in front of the hearth. Placing it in a growing pile nearby, thinking they could be washed and re-used for the rooms upstairs, he addressed the Abandoned first. “Sah,” skull tilting vaguely, as if trying to read something. “You doing all right?”
Considering the weight of brief Wardenhood (Deimos would know – he’d had it once for a season and dreaded every moment), and then back to councilman work, or any other pending circumstances he was unaware of, he wasn’t certain how the hunter had been handling the multitudes. He’d seemed stressed in prior days, and rightfully so.
Pausing briefly, and surveying the room, he opened a few windows in the far corners, letting the cold air drift and revitalize the room – less stale, less ancient.
Considering the weight of brief Wardenhood (Deimos would know – he’d had it once for a season and dreaded every moment), and then back to councilman work, or any other pending circumstances he was unaware of, he wasn’t certain how the hunter had been handling the multitudes. He’d seemed stressed in prior days, and rightfully so.
Pausing briefly, and surveying the room, he opened a few windows in the far corners, letting the cold air drift and revitalize the room – less stale, less ancient.
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
