DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
Recovering from the reel of laughter, the Sword wound his way along the market square, stopping when some semblances of burgers seemed to be cooking over someone’s open grill. To no surprise, the line was long, but he wasn’t bothered. Patience was a fortitude well honed in his bones, as he stood to take a place in the queue. As for the question, he tilted his head vaguely, considering. “Perhaps. There may be a note on the boards occasionally.” Information copied and passed around, eager for all eyes to see, for assistance to be granted. “I have heard of a caravan in the desert,” hadn’t there been some sort of document pinpointed on the same threads? “Though I have not been myself.” Too busy, with too many other things to do. The only thing that would make him embark that way was curiosity anyway – though he supposed with the guild in play, there could always be information to be snagged amongst the sand and dunes too.
Unite and spread the heart apart
