[PQ] leave the maul by the fireplace

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame More and more came to assemble, divide, and conquer, and Deimos permitted a small smile for the appearance of Sah and Noah, content to see Aisha’s threshold and nature had swindled two more for the cause. He wasn’t surprised, given her own tolerance for the Sword, but amused nonetheless. So he listened for the tasks as they wandered within the inn – eyes taking in the scope of the building. It’d been orchestrated neatly and well into the plans they’d laid out beforehand, assembled in the same range and adornments she’d been hoping for. With assistance, the likelihood of it being rendered into the rest of the ideal qualities wouldn’t be too far away – a worthy aspiration and ambition, to see the guild rise again. “I can assemble the tables,” presuming if it didn’t go well, he could always simply remake them. Long strides carried him over platforms and floors, finally to the pinpointed, broken wares, considering them at length. Thereafter, he dropped to a crouch, intending to utilize other factors and factions, ensuring the jagged edges had a chance again, before deciding their fate to be pieces of firewood or ash. The monolith readily applied his knowledge of the conjectures, and attempted to fix them. -- Deimos tries to fix the tables! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace