Deimos
It wasn’t difficult to traverse directly across from Knotwise’s shop – but the array and choices of snacks would prove to be the more complicated measure. Kiosks displayed warm pretzels with options of dipping sauces, cinnamon rolls, and multitudes of other baked goods. While Deimos was usually certain in his decision-making process, surveying the domain only made him want one of everything – so he snagged a bagful, figuring he could give some to Talyson and Sah when they were done.
While Evie made her own selection, he broke off a piece and munched, gaze watching through the windows of the establishment, leaning against a fence as he did so. There was a flurry of movement, and his eyes narrowed speculatively. “Think they might have done it.”
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Mrs. Knotwise blinked tiredly at the pair, eventually placing down her knitting on the counter and beginning to slide off the stool – but not well. “Oh uh, can one of you strong lads help me?”
From there, she glanced about at what both needed and required. “I suppose we can come to some sort of deal,” she uttered with a modest grin, though Sah probably should’ve said something about her glasses, because she was desperately searching for them within a moment so she could jot things down. Luckily, one single head nod seemed to disrupt the flow of gravity, and they came tumbling onto the floor. “Ah, here we go. All right then, frozen ursur meat, and we can use your extra pair of hands for moving it all out of here.” She gave another small smile, before accidentally knocking the knitting onto the floor as well.
Thereafter, the advisor and Talyson would be able to lift the proportions out onto their sled, where they’d inevitably see Deimos and Evie waiting.
The Sword gave them both a sharp nod. “We can load up and store things at the Council Hall,” figuring there’d be another portion of rooms to spare with enough freezing proportions to permit the food substantial longevity.
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Sah and Talyson had successfully acquired their last round of food! All four can go help store them at the Council Hall and then we can wrap things up! No post order!
While Evie made her own selection, he broke off a piece and munched, gaze watching through the windows of the establishment, leaning against a fence as he did so. There was a flurry of movement, and his eyes narrowed speculatively. “Think they might have done it.”
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Mrs. Knotwise blinked tiredly at the pair, eventually placing down her knitting on the counter and beginning to slide off the stool – but not well. “Oh uh, can one of you strong lads help me?”
From there, she glanced about at what both needed and required. “I suppose we can come to some sort of deal,” she uttered with a modest grin, though Sah probably should’ve said something about her glasses, because she was desperately searching for them within a moment so she could jot things down. Luckily, one single head nod seemed to disrupt the flow of gravity, and they came tumbling onto the floor. “Ah, here we go. All right then, frozen ursur meat, and we can use your extra pair of hands for moving it all out of here.” She gave another small smile, before accidentally knocking the knitting onto the floor as well.
Thereafter, the advisor and Talyson would be able to lift the proportions out onto their sled, where they’d inevitably see Deimos and Evie waiting.
The Sword gave them both a sharp nod. “We can load up and store things at the Council Hall,” figuring there’d be another portion of rooms to spare with enough freezing proportions to permit the food substantial longevity.
--
Sah and Talyson had successfully acquired their last round of food! All four can go help store them at the Council Hall and then we can wrap things up! No post order!
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
