DEIMOS
Well, there was a bizarre series of events.While the snow monster lumbered onward, indifferent to all of them, despite the screeching of dragons and others following suit with their curiosities, other motions were set into play. Some kneeled by it and constructed miniature contortions. Why Loren thought it was necessary to summon a yeti, have his frame picked up, and carried over to the creature, only to try and remove the amulet around its neck was foolish and ludicrous. Deimos couldn’t fathom the particulars except greed or curiosity, perhaps a mixture of both, and tilted his head back to Kiada. What on earth…, because he was truly baffled, and ordinarily the beast wasn’t so bewildered or confused.
Then, of course, there was the notion of what to do about the whole thing. Nothing? Let Loren potentially get mauled? Watch as others vied to conduct the same actions? His eyes narrowed. The unknown brute had only existed, hadn’t warranted a threat, hadn’t garnished or gathered any ominous, treacherous, foreboding reaches – but maybe not it would, because none of them could leave well enough alone. He sighed and remained, watching, waiting, for some asinine, inevitable turn.
"who's gonna let you?"
they asked. i said
"who's gonna stop me?"
