Deimos
One could’ve mistaken Took’s sneer for delight, amusement, and maneuvering the parameters in his favor; an open snicker contorting his bloated features into something ghastly. ”Deal.” Even if it physically pained the courier, his emotions certainly didn’t much matter to the butcher. ”You can have the thirty.” Within a moment, he’d snapped his fingers, and an assistant stepped forward, hastening the supplies, wrapped in cloth, into Sah and Talyson’s arms.
And then, purposefully to rile and rankle (as if he hadn’t done enough already), Took laughed again – not a pleasant sound. Jarring, sending the assistant briefly upward and skittering away. ”Some advisor,” hastened under his breath, but maybe by then both of them would’ve left.
With those occupying the sled, Talyson and Sah likely found quite a bit of room left, enough to consider a trip over to Mrs. Knotwise, and prepare themselves along the way.
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Belial followed and trailed along, a piece of motion on the wind before blending in amongst the backdrop, and Deimos’ sigh of relief was an audible thing, pooling out in soft plumes along the cold air. ”They managed a deal,” he murmured lowly, uncertain if he was content, proud, or merely reassured they were capable of getting the job accomplished.
The Barracks being well equipped was a certain thing, considering who ran it. “Fair enough. And that way they can be spread out a bit more.” It wouldn’t do to have everyone running and hastening towards one area if and when the time came for their souls to be prepared – making an additional note in his mind to ensure there was a notice posted later on.
Dragging the sled over to the Council Hall was no difficult feat – though there were more than a few people who looked up with widened eyes to see him physically present in its keep – the Sword rarely (if ever) using his office. If anyone ever needed him, they knew where to find him, and it wasn’t amongst dust and desks.
It was only when they were unloading the armor and weapons that any issues cropped up – namely Evie’s fingers missing a number of them right in the middle of the open parlor. The crash and clanging echoed resolutely over the stony walls, leaving the General to stifle a laugh as he placed his wares amongst the adjoining, chosen room for storage.
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Talyson and Sah have completed their first deal with Mr. Took and can head over to Mrs. Knotwise!
Deimos and Evie have started unloading their supplies in the Council Hall, but Evie has dropped some (how embarrassing!)
No post order!
And then, purposefully to rile and rankle (as if he hadn’t done enough already), Took laughed again – not a pleasant sound. Jarring, sending the assistant briefly upward and skittering away. ”Some advisor,” hastened under his breath, but maybe by then both of them would’ve left.
With those occupying the sled, Talyson and Sah likely found quite a bit of room left, enough to consider a trip over to Mrs. Knotwise, and prepare themselves along the way.
--
Belial followed and trailed along, a piece of motion on the wind before blending in amongst the backdrop, and Deimos’ sigh of relief was an audible thing, pooling out in soft plumes along the cold air. ”They managed a deal,” he murmured lowly, uncertain if he was content, proud, or merely reassured they were capable of getting the job accomplished.
The Barracks being well equipped was a certain thing, considering who ran it. “Fair enough. And that way they can be spread out a bit more.” It wouldn’t do to have everyone running and hastening towards one area if and when the time came for their souls to be prepared – making an additional note in his mind to ensure there was a notice posted later on.
Dragging the sled over to the Council Hall was no difficult feat – though there were more than a few people who looked up with widened eyes to see him physically present in its keep – the Sword rarely (if ever) using his office. If anyone ever needed him, they knew where to find him, and it wasn’t amongst dust and desks.
It was only when they were unloading the armor and weapons that any issues cropped up – namely Evie’s fingers missing a number of them right in the middle of the open parlor. The crash and clanging echoed resolutely over the stony walls, leaving the General to stifle a laugh as he placed his wares amongst the adjoining, chosen room for storage.
--
Talyson and Sah have completed their first deal with Mr. Took and can head over to Mrs. Knotwise!
Deimos and Evie have started unloading their supplies in the Council Hall, but Evie has dropped some (how embarrassing!)
No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
