Deimos
His brows furrowed slightly as he turned to pick through a pile of papers, rummaging through them briefly before putting them into another proportion, presuming it’d be sorted and filed later. Weighing them down with a nearby trophy – some sort of skull – he snorted at Sah’s inquiry, pondering if his own sketches hadn’t been good enough. “We can always see.” Maybe in Deepfrost they could assemble and record, ponder over what to hunt next while they remained tucked away at the base of summits.
In the midst though, Sah described the portaling process of young children, and the Sword arched his brow all the more, intrigued, and slightly baffled, at the fortuitous luck the advisor had. “Very fortunate,” he rumbled, shaking his head lightly in the midst of a smothered laugh. Rifling through a few more pieces of parchment, and then opting to put them under the cranium amongst the others, his tones carried on in their residual rumble. “Do you have everything you need for them?”
In the midst though, Sah described the portaling process of young children, and the Sword arched his brow all the more, intrigued, and slightly baffled, at the fortuitous luck the advisor had. “Very fortunate,” he rumbled, shaking his head lightly in the midst of a smothered laugh. Rifling through a few more pieces of parchment, and then opting to put them under the cranium amongst the others, his tones carried on in their residual rumble. “Do you have everything you need for them?”
you're all bronze and bite
all venom and fistfight
all venom and fistfight
