[PQ] leave the maul by the fireplace

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame Aisha had been busy – recalling, remembering their plans in between curses, drinks, and winter’s vestiges – and everything had come alive on Halo’s renewal of spring, open portals, and movement. He’d offered to assist well before the inn had even been a figment of her imagination, and now, standing before it, eyes glancing along the porch and the chosen eaves, his smile bordered on proud. “Well done,” the monolith confirmed as he strode up, long strides carrying him to the entryway. “What else do you need?” Considering how many buildings he’d helped to renovate, clean, rebuild, and revitalize into something new, there were many means and measures required. But Deimos was always content to lend a hand, incantations, or anything else required for friends. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace