Sohalia
Deimos's office was somehow exactly as she'd pictured, with Halovian maps adorning the walls, organized folders and books upon myriad shelves, a neat desk and a long table with a variety of chairs. At his invitation, Soh made her way to the long table and pulled out a larger selection of maps than she usually traveled with, which she spread out proudly on the table and stepped back for Deimos to take a closer look, should he choose to do so.He had made an impression - one that had lingered far beyond the confines of the Oerwoud. Should he flip through the maps laid on the table, he would find maps of the Greatwood, the Oerwoud, Stormbreak, and parts and pieces of Torchline, King's End, and the Climb. Each was annotated in great detail with sketches and notes around the margins, with major landmarks and rivers clearly marked. "It did," she agreed solemnly. He'd saved her life, that day; if that didn't make an impression, then what would?
it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
