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A giant moved behind Maximos, at least 8 feet tall, his long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail. A bushy beard covered the bottom half of his face, his azure eyes covered by what appeared to be a very beaten and worn designer pair of glasses.

He wore simple clothes - a pair of black slacks and a black tank-top covered by an open white shirt. He looked like he could take on a tank and eat it for breakfast - a complete contrast to Maximos, who was small and almost frail, this giant was huge, bulging muscles tiered all over his body. His left arm was a metallic prosthesis, the metal glinting in the sunlight.

He carried with him two crates, both of them looking fairly hefty, the right marked 'Meat' upside down perched precariously on his right shoulder whilst the other marked 'Herbal' was wedged between his metal arm and his torso. He carried them with little effort, and as he walked up to Maximos he kicked out with his boot, knocking the tip of it gently against Maxi's heel.

"Oi, where?" He asked gruffly, grunting as he shifted the crate marked 'Meat' up against his shoulder again, trying to distribute the weight a little better so it didn't feel like his head was about to fall off his shoulders.

Welcome!

Maximos immediately responded to the knowledge that Damion was new. He was always very warm and friendly, and just about missed Damion using him as a shield as he turned over shoulder and said.

Right next to that one. Thanks.

He pointed at a box marked "Spices". One of the larger boxes in the mix. Walter never liked bland food. Yet, not wanting to be rude Maximos immediately looked back, meeting Damion's gaze with a smile. The young man might notice that Maximos' eyes were as they should be. His right eye was a blank white, while his right was a very dark color, perhaps black.

Maximos could see the hints of fear and uncertainty on the man, they were almost nostalgic. It was only a few years ago now that Maximos was just as new. All the men here were working on his rather large order, but, this one stood out in particular. He gave the man a stern, strong handshake, tacking on an introduction and a bright smile.

Maximos. A pleasure Mr. Hedley.

Once his hand was free, he'd turn on his heel gesturing to the giant and waving him over.

Tomm, come here, I want you to meet Damion.

He would turn back with another re-assuring smile.

Where do you hail from?

Donner walked over to the pile of crates and gingerly plonked the one's he'd been carrying onto it, dusting his hands off as he walked back to the two men.

He smiled down to the young man, the smile warm. He was used to people being used to his size...it's rare to find a man who is awestruck of him these days.

"Eat enough red meat and you'll get this big, eventually." Donner replied with a grin, engulfing Damion's hand in his own, the palm warm, the grip tight but surprisingly unpainful. "John Tomorrow. Planning to check out the continent, hmm?"

Donner glared at his smaller brother. Two could play at this game.

"Is it the black eye, or the white eye, that sees a person's soul and helps you choose whether to 'help' them to the other side?"

He lifted his big hands and twitched his index and pointy fingers when he said 'help', widening his eyes as well. He also had a big grin stapled on his face, as if to say 'hey stupid, when a guy looks like he's about to s**t himself due to my size, perhaps you should keep the 'Thunder God' stuff to yourself, kay?'

The right.

He said, with a stout nod. His words may have sounded agreeable, but his tone said "Touche". Maximos was always one for secret, clandestine, type things but that eye was rather extremely obvious.

It was a gift, from my employer.

Maximos said to Damion with a smile. The less the man knew about the Reapers the better, and since nothing was known about them, Maximos just sort of chuckled while leaning back a bit. He had a bit of a "thing" with being touched.

As a new topic poked its brilliant head out of the blue, he snatched it.

A man who likes to earn his keep. I respect that.

Damion could have just as easily asked for charity, or begged without any honor at all. As such, Maximos honored his wishes.

Here!

He gestured to the crates, boxes, cartons, and such covering the airship dock. And over to the large runic ring the majority of the boxes were being carried to and set down in.

If you'd like to help move some of these supplies into the circle, I'm sure you'll be more than adequately compensated.

Would Maximos mention that they were working for him? No. He didnt want to be thought of that way. Tomorrow earlier may have asked where to place a box but that made Maximos a supervisor at the least. He really never liked being thought of as anything too grand.

Indeed.

He said, nodding in agreement.

Just keep those marked similarly close together, Walter will do the rest of the sorting.

The man sounded so very much like himself. When Maximos first arrived he needed no money, just a meal here and there. A coffee with Lucind, a little cake. Life was so simple, he was a native islander himself...but that was so many years ago.

Dont worry Damion, you'll get that too. Tomorrow here can attest to the fact Walter is quite the cook, and if all goes well we'll be done here just in time for dinner.

He would need some spending money, but he wouldnt force the man out of naiveté just yet, simply supply him with what he needed not to let it hurt him. At least until life eased it away. He heard Hedley's line of questioning but decided to let Tomorrow answer first, something told him the Aesir's response would be far more interesting.

He returned to the disheveled pile of boxes and palete's, dragging one of the larger yet lighter boxes over to the circle with relative ease.

" Perfect!" Damion said, his voice actually able to show just how excited he was at the prospect, but then again he seemed a very expressive person to begin with. He walked along slowly, head making minute changes to keep the box up the balanced and not falling off. He gently sett he boxes in his arms down before taking the last off his head and looking up at Tomorrow," You mean there's more of you? I can't beleive there's enough land to keep you all...." He speculated, peering skyward for aminute before shaking his head and looking at them rather seriously," Hey, I have a question for the both of you. Isn't a desert supposed to be scorching? What's with the cool breezes I've been getting from inland?" Damion asked, cocking an eyebrow as he turned to face them again, flipping one hand out towards the city proper," It didn't make much sense to me, but I figured maybe there was something about deserts I didn't know. I mean...this is my first time on the mainland."