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DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Without the new information forthcoming, Deimos was left with only the barest denizen of notes; but it was better than nothing at all. “That is all right,” he assured, writing down other nuances for later purposes; potentially sending one of the other guild members to investigate at a later happenstance. “Their colors seem to be off as well,” distinct from the threshold of the same or similar species. Safrin sparked another round of conversation though, and he could close the journal with ease, placing it within his bag once more as Ellyra described her encounter. “Congratulations,” he grinned. “I had a similar experience,” though lacking in the Celestine – pulling the fragments of his soul in a different aspect amongst the Hollowed Grounds. “She does grant many opportunities.” As long as someone was willing to take them. “What was your first shift?” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace