Deimos
He gave an obligatory nod, already winding his way back down the stairs, the intentions well mustered and calculated in his mind. The possibility of anything remaining behind was slim, but he wouldn’t put it past some portions of food to have been forgotten in the way things faded with time; forgotten about as other events circulated and other actions dictated responses.
Waiting for Sah at the bottom of the steps, he then mustered forward with confident strides towards the back of the hall, towards a narrower passage containing the pantry proportions. No full-scale kitchen, no ornate design in those parameters, but enough to ensure provisions were in order for longer pursuits and chases.
He opened the door, discovering it was quite bare – nothing more than a few askew cabinets and shelving here and there, and some cobwebs in the corner. “Most of our hunts should be rendered towards rations,” the Sword rumbled as he began to work, hands already rearranging several fastenings along the racks. Whatever meat snagged off of some of the more corporeal forms, anyway – figuring monsters like a banshee wouldn’t provide much of anything. Jerky was a staple around here anyway. Making mental notes a verbal parameter so Sah could hear them, he began to rally his ideas to the forefront. “We likely need things that will not go bad quickly,” could be salted or frozen, driven deep into the ice nearby.
Waiting for Sah at the bottom of the steps, he then mustered forward with confident strides towards the back of the hall, towards a narrower passage containing the pantry proportions. No full-scale kitchen, no ornate design in those parameters, but enough to ensure provisions were in order for longer pursuits and chases.
He opened the door, discovering it was quite bare – nothing more than a few askew cabinets and shelving here and there, and some cobwebs in the corner. “Most of our hunts should be rendered towards rations,” the Sword rumbled as he began to work, hands already rearranging several fastenings along the racks. Whatever meat snagged off of some of the more corporeal forms, anyway – figuring monsters like a banshee wouldn’t provide much of anything. Jerky was a staple around here anyway. Making mental notes a verbal parameter so Sah could hear them, he began to rally his ideas to the forefront. “We likely need things that will not go bad quickly,” could be salted or frozen, driven deep into the ice nearby.
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all venom and fistfight
