[PQ+] the scale of ambition

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame He watched as they arrived, surveying over the scene in multiple regards. With a nod towards Talyson for his efforts and supplies, and an arching of a brow reserved for Cordelia and Sah, because something else seemed to be going on. He looked pointedly between the two for a moment, as neither displayed any normal behaviors – and if they weren’t on such a fixated mission, he might have asked. Instead, he kept it snagging at the back of his mind, a notation to return to later. Taking out the diagrams and sketches again, in several different arrangements and potentials, he allowed the rest of them to survey the scene. In answer to Sah’s inquiry, the Sword gave over to their previous circumstances. “I thought we could begin the same way we had done with the pillar. Make an outline, then start on the foundation. Build up from there.” Including stairs, a monumental amount of stone or timber, and whatever else they wanted to conjure and construct. Then his gaze flickered to each in turn, pondering over any additional factors or possibilities. -- Deimos makes his suggestion! master of nothing place; of recoil and grace