SASCHA
Sascha indeed became a bit surprised over that the magic won over the sword as he himself had thought was Deimos favorite of weapons. But what else could you expect from Sascha of all people when he bursted out in a happy smile as he fastened his bow next to his quiver on his back. "I must say i had thought the sword was the all time favorite but i can't blame you for choosing the magic skills at top place." He said in a cheerful way that almost should be punishable in the world they lived in. How could he always be so cheerful? It was quite a mystery to be honest as he walked back towards Deimos in an upbeat stride like as if his whole life was complete. He had friends, food, shelter and now even a bow and he was doing what he loved each day.. What could really be complained about?
"I kinda wish to develop my magic to but feel i might be a bit too busy for it if it makes sense? Don't get me wrong; I really enjoy helping people with my magic but there are more ways than one to truly help someone, right?" He said just as cheerfully with his eyes stuck on Deimos.
"I kinda wish to develop my magic to but feel i might be a bit too busy for it if it makes sense? Don't get me wrong; I really enjoy helping people with my magic but there are more ways than one to truly help someone, right?" He said just as cheerfully with his eyes stuck on Deimos.
sanctify yourself
and you will
sanctify society
