[PQ] leave the maul by the fireplace

DEIMOS And in your darkest hour, I hold secrets flame At some point in his life, the beast might’ve grimaced at the notions of help, especially in something he’d caused and orchestrated in his own mistakes and flaws. But he’d grown away from those days of juvenile nature (at least – in these aspects), and only offered a very sheepish sort of slight smile in the corners of his mouth. “Sure,” by way of response to Sah’s additions, and together they could manage organization by topics, labeling, and ensuring Deimos wasn’t utterly distracted by something else he found in a stray notebook. And by then, once Aisha had made her announcement of everything finished, they truly had accomplished the task. Brushing his hands together, and looking over the library, he nodded towards Sah so they could collect their drink rewards thereafter. “Well done,” the General announced over the melee of movements and motions, a wry, cheeky smile given to Aisha, for all her efforts and abilities, in snagging at the goal. She certainly had a lot to be proud of. master of nothing place; of recoil and grace