DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Deimos opened his mouth for a moment at the sudden proclamation – then closed it shut rapidly, trying not to laugh. It came out as a stifled snort through his nose and chest; uncertain if Darkeye was implementing some self-deprecating humor, or simply wading away from the other potentials. A colder, sweet-brewed drink might’ve been more of a luxury in the heat anyway, but worth the wandering in and amongst the market.Finding the stall, he immediately began bartering with the merchant, offering a few feathers in exchange, permitting Darkeye to see the correspondence, how it worked and how it was implemented. Reasoning out the charge and payment, the Sword came away with the drinks in hand, offering one to the older man, before pressing onwards, following the smells of meat. He’d take anything over Hels. He tilted his head at the question, nodding along as he swallowed some of his iced tea. “I tend to use leftovers from my hunts. That way, nothing goes to waste, and everyone gets something they want.” Feathers for arrows and quivers. Bones for whittling new pieces. “Any particular finds from other lands work too.” Especially for the traders who didn’t have opportunities to venture outwards.
Unite and spread the heart apart
