To transport some wood

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Deimos couldn’t help but snort at the connotations; for this hadn’t been the first time he’d heard the inquiry. Several others, including Evie, had initiated the question because there simply weren’t opportunities around Halo, or even elsewhere, without some level of threat. But nowadays there was a clearer answer than hoping for a notion towards Torchline. “You could learn in the hot springs we just put in the Fangs.” He jutted his jawline in the direction out of the Citadel, winding towards the open-air caves. The warmth of the water ensured no one would freeze, and if they kept their towels and clothing nearby as soon as they left, it’d be much less of an issue. “They should be shallow enough to practice in.” From there, they'd be able to converse until time ensured the Sword was needed back at his own duties. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace