Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Progress within the Grounds seemed slow, but given how things had been for them in the past, perhaps any movement at all was deemed sufficient. Brows furrowing slightly, because of Noah’s assignment, and Evie and his own connections to the world, short of planting someone else there, he wasn’t certain what more they could do. They’d already assisted in building a skyport, and they could only lend so much manpower without devastating their own. “Someone within the Grounds will have to step up,” and his gaze went to the Sentinel, pondering if he knew of anyone – could make some valuable suggestions in that stead. The Greatwood seemed just as quiet, and he wasn’t sure what could be done there either, but glancing back towards Evie, he inclined his head. “You are welcome to try. I am not certain what has been accomplished there,” or what could be, but knowing something was better than ignorance.
Leaving that to the ether, the subject of Stormbreak persisted, and a long breath drew outward. “I think they have much to be sorted out by way of the dismantling, and we have offered to help there many times over. That one may be a waiting game as well.” And while a patient individual, he could only shrug his shoulders at that one – having no control over the floating isle’s stratagems.
He did arch a brow at Noah’s insinuations though, uncertain if he liked them, given how the Sword had always been a creature of reciprocity. “Saved her from a Ceffyl Dŵr.”
Nodding at their agreement and accord with pursuing more resource gathering for this season, he shifted it back to more diplomatic activity. “What are our thoughts on reaching out to Torchline about trade?” Would they prefer to wait for another season? Did they want to keep their resources tight and to the chest? Both Evie and himself had firm connections – it all depended on how to utilize them.
