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DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame The prospects of any new information began to swiftly cease, and his brows furrowed. Not in disappointment, though that lingered somewhere in the back of his mind too, but in the way notions seemed to ride along uncertainty. There were hordes of possibilities on why this individual’s skyboat wasn’t there; and since he didn’t know the man well, he could only presume other angles. Caught in a storm seemed likely; along with varieties of other circumstances, so the Sword nodded, hording the rampant speculations for now. “Said he had some information about void creatures. We were going to meet here.” Cretins Deimos had yet to record any semblances on, and had been hoping to pass along the said details and particulars into journals and records. Figuring introductions might be worthwhile on that forefront, he placed the paper back into his pocket, and extended his hand in greeting. “Deimos Ignatius. I run the Monster Hunter’s Guild.” master of nothing place; of recoil and grace