[Training] I still don't want to be here

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame “You are welcome,” in the arrays of thank yous, efficiency, and understanding. It was part of his occupation and role in life, but he enjoyed it too – being able to impart some wisdom, some sagacity, in the perils of survival. Whether or not it would be helpful in the grand scheme of things would be something for the future; but for now he dragged the target back to its proper denizens, listening to Sah, waiting for the contemplations of offers. The refusal didn’t bother him any, the reasoning sufficient. “Understandable,” a nod to confirm no hard feelings or sentiments. There were many ventures to be had, and perhaps Sah merely hadn’t found a particular niche or fold into this world – especially considering how their first conversation had gone only hours prior. An arch to his brow marred the otherwise impassive features at the semblances of weaponry and hunts; he was welcome to the armory here, but grabbing hold of one of his own would permit some practice elsewhere. “I will send a note along when I intend to hunt.” Experiences upon experiences for both of them – and thereafter he permitted the Abandoned to go, to explore, to consider the vastness of the mountainous region, with hopefully a little more comprehension under his belt. {FIN} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace