[Training] [se] now what's in store

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Her permitted another soft smile at the mention of the weapon; another trigger in his arsenal of munitions, for now, with a little more practice and time. With the bizarre image from the corner of his eyes though, he had to wonder if there was further meaning in juxtaposition somewhere in the midst of it all – there were meaning behind many broad strokes and hues. “Strange,” he murmured, shaking his head, having no clarity of the semblance at all, save for one instance. “Reminds me of that house we saw in the Feverlands.” But he hadn’t been invited into the domicile, only to find out later it’d been for a relic. Clutching the weapon and spinning it around in his grasp for amusements and distraction, his head tilted vaguely. “Probably. It needs water in order to leave, apparently. There is a well lit by Safrin, and difficult to miss once you are out there.” In case she was heading that way – and he figured he could use it as a means for experience and material gathering. “I would like to lead a guild hunt out there too. For landsharks.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace