It's taken a lifetime to lose my way
All the wasted time on my hands turns to sand
There was an ease in his steps now, a bit more certain, a bit more sure. No need to partake in concealing himself beneath his cloak. No need to pretend as if he wasn’t there, sneaking around in covert operations. Strides were purposeful, intent, bag of holding over his shoulder, and the familiarity of the world, of the people, around him made all the difference.
He carried a torch as well, the fire burning brightly, following after Sah’s steps, rounding the bend until he recognized the individual with the mask – nodding his head towards the shaman, a rumble of greeting within his measured tones. “Chaele,” To Sah, he smirked, content, gratified that at least there wasn’t any danger lurking here.
Just the potential for the mind to be a bit wounded.
“Cordelia should be coming shortly,” he noted, and then hopefully they’d be on their way, striving again to a decent outcome.
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Deimos brings everything on his profile (except companions) within his bag of holding, some food, water, and a torch.
He carried a torch as well, the fire burning brightly, following after Sah’s steps, rounding the bend until he recognized the individual with the mask – nodding his head towards the shaman, a rumble of greeting within his measured tones. “Chaele,” To Sah, he smirked, content, gratified that at least there wasn’t any danger lurking here.
Just the potential for the mind to be a bit wounded.
“Cordelia should be coming shortly,” he noted, and then hopefully they’d be on their way, striving again to a decent outcome.
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Deimos brings everything on his profile (except companions) within his bag of holding, some food, water, and a torch.
I'm fine in the fire
I feed on the friction
