[RQ] Crystal Clear

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Ensuring his duties were done for the day, guild-wise and in General accord, his long strides carried him towards another round of responsibilities. Used to keeping his days entirely full, whether by trainings, drills, patrols, hunting, and then whatever else he could fit in, it kept his machinations off anything but the ongoing need to ensure Halo’s success. He could almost hear Ru’s warning in the back of his mind (something about not running himself into the ground, possibly), and ignored it as he let his companions loose (Zuriel prancing in her queenly, sovereignly way, Belial making the loudest noise possible in a series of flight maneuvers), and stretched his limbs out towards the town perimeter. Talyson had already beat him there, but the Sword was rarely late for anything, so he gave a nod in greeting, beginning to take off his gloves. “What have you been up to today?” By way of conversation, sorting out the preparations, snagging at a piece of paper layered in his coat – handing over a series of sketches for the courier to peruse. “Figured these would suit best,” pointing to a larger set of glass panes for the cause. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace