cover you when the sky comes crashing in
Deimos wouldn’t delay the cleric any longer, and the feeling seemed mutual. But the distinct layers between potential last meetings, as one was pulled towards the mountains and one was tied to nowhere in particular while war drummed against the backdrop, seemed all the more foreboding. He granted a nod towards Darkeye, uncertain where the man would end up, but if luck prevailed, likely surviving, coming out the other side with some new concoction or plan in place to rankle and bristle at the world. “Take care of yourself,” he granted, a tight smile forming, as maybe one last salutation, before hastening back to his own quarters and preparations.
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DEIMOS
