Sah
Sah continued to keep pace with Deimos though he was beginning to wonder what their destination was. The Sword was moving too purposefully for the Outlander to believe it was merely an aimless walk. He noted the ever increasingly irritated wind with narrowed eyes. Deimos was more stressed then Sah had realized, and he berated himself for his earlier carelessness.
The fact that even the Sword was unaware of what the war might entail exactly had Sah letting out a hum in thought. "That complicates things slightly." He let out a small sigh, "I'm not sure about asking one of the Gods either. But I can certainly start asking some of the Naturals I know and trust."
That factor did open up other questions in his mind. Sah glanced at his friend curiously, "What would our victory look like for you? Beyond the destruction of the Voice that is?" What did the Sword picture? Would the Hollowed Grounds remain? What of Accepted followers of the Voice?
The fact that even the Sword was unaware of what the war might entail exactly had Sah letting out a hum in thought. "That complicates things slightly." He let out a small sigh, "I'm not sure about asking one of the Gods either. But I can certainly start asking some of the Naturals I know and trust."
That factor did open up other questions in his mind. Sah glanced at his friend curiously, "What would our victory look like for you? Beyond the destruction of the Voice that is?" What did the Sword picture? Would the Hollowed Grounds remain? What of Accepted followers of the Voice?
My soul is in the sky
-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
