Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Another season, another round of political notions and moments. Though they’d discussed ideas at a prior meeting, there was always time to secure, alter, or change plans, if there’d been other circumstances amidst the world. He could think of several recent modicums to add (Stormbreak's leadership and subsequent quests, a Thieves Guild brewing; machinations milling).Pleased he’d been the first to arrive on this interval, the Sword secured the larger meeting sanction with its massive table and array of chairs; then settled into placing a variety of snacks (to keep him, Evie, and Noah occupied for the duration) on the surface, and his bag of holding close by – with a furtive means to an end contained within. From there, he snagged at his old notes from the previous gathering, along with new pieces of parchment and charcoal. And started snagging at the crackers.
