I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos’ eyes remained narrowed, amidst his wall of stoicism and reticence. The manners in which the stranger, George, spoke didn’t harbor any lies, though the immediate notions of ‘friend of Ru’ gave some more clarification to the Valkyrie’s latest travels. She’d apparently had a very busy time amidst Torchline, and the Sword filed the information away in the back of his mind for later.
He watched the man for a moment more, before returning to his own task, and finishing the window portions. Following the lines of thread and silk, he pressed along the front of the guild, peeling away tangled and gnarled proportions from the wood. Then, deciding to be cheeky and obnoxious and nosey altogether, behind that steely resolve, the rumble of his words persisted. “I see. How do you know Ru?”
He watched the man for a moment more, before returning to his own task, and finishing the window portions. Following the lines of thread and silk, he pressed along the front of the guild, peeling away tangled and gnarled proportions from the wood. Then, deciding to be cheeky and obnoxious and nosey altogether, behind that steely resolve, the rumble of his words persisted. “I see. How do you know Ru?”
DEIMOS
