remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
“Breath snatch,” Deimos repeated patiently, another shrug threatening to incline through his shoulders. Instead, he leaned further into the chair, content to people watch with the piercing slate of his eyes. “Apparently it does exactly as the name says.” But he’d yet to run into one, so he’d have to rely on the experience of others; presuming they hadn’t already been inebriated and prone to tall tales. “Quite a few new creatures out there.” In case Ronin was ever still tempted to remain in the monster realm – though they’d probably all seen, and battled enough, for several lifetimes. On a mischievous, but still truthful note, one side of his mouth turned upwards into a smirk. “Man-sized spiders out in the forest,” and he gestured in the direction of the woodline from beyond the enclosed tavern; more or less to see a reaction.He clinked his glass in return, raising it to his mouth, relishing in the drink and swallowing it down while listening. Alright as they can be seemed to be a brush over, but considering the amount of trauma they’d been through simultaneously, the Sword wouldn’t pry further. So he nodded, letting that go, opting for a genuine smile at the praise of the Citadel’s motions. The icy citizens mostly kept to themselves, but were constantly working on improvements and supports. “We are aiming to place a hot spring in the Fangs currently.” Tilting his head vaguely, the considerations contorted through his mind, peeling and piecing away nuances. “How is the Cordillera?”; curious, truly, how they lived amidst a world of dragons and past wars.
out for vengeance
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