DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Unaware his teaching potential and prowess was being deflected, the Warden nodded. And with no experience in Stormbreak, due to the magic in his veins, he had no words of advice for her there, and only the notions of caution increasing across his mind. “Sure,” he accepted and agreed, for it did seem suitable, and he was fairly certain there were some manner of Dragoons left; by rumor anyway.
Checking back over his things, tightening saddlebags, and ensuring Belial and Zuriel were ready, he glanced to the youth once more. “I intend to head home now too. Do you need anything else?” Probably rest and recovery from the ordeal and challenge of the day – but she should have been able to render any other necessities for the moment.
Checking back over his things, tightening saddlebags, and ensuring Belial and Zuriel were ready, he glanced to the youth once more. “I intend to head home now too. Do you need anything else?” Probably rest and recovery from the ordeal and challenge of the day – but she should have been able to render any other necessities for the moment.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
