[PQ] {RQ} Querencia

Deimos

With one final task ahead of them, the Sword dragged his sled, Zuriel, and Belial along. The companions needed a decent stretch from the clustered and coiled habits of Longnight, and the vessel contained the other necessities. Careful on his concentration, and not intending to jostle the water, his eyes flickered over the familiarity, and the changes, of the Fangs, before sliding back over to the Evergreen. “Noah, Sah, and I found an area around that corner,” dropping one hand off the sled’s roping to point off to the left. It’d been decent sized, and he’s already carved out some portions to unearth water and shrubs. It’d likely frozen back over in the interim of time, but the potential still remained.

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Deimos brings a sled full of tools, and his companions.

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