To long

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Thinking too much had always been something of his own prowess too – and he began to wonder if he was being too lenient, or less inclined to jump towards another round of predilections and treachery, because of Kiada. Or that he, like so many others, wanted to desperately recover and repair their land before something disastrous and monstrous came headlong for them again. “It is good to be prepared. We will keep an eye out.” Finishing on his own dregs of tea, he cast another glance back to Darkeye. “Of course.” Like a majority at the helms, they all had their work cut out for them – and perhaps the cleric more so, given the potential for many to have gone elsewhere. “It sounds like the Grounds needs to become appealing for some to journey back to.” In the past, it had been all they’d known of Caido, until barriers fell, until pieces began to fall into place, until lands and worlds opened again. And then it had gone to the Ascended, and the reputation had snuck in. He nodded at the notions of departure, for he had many things to do as well. “Thank you for stopping by.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace