It's eyes laid shut, eyelashes danced upon them, akin to the bars of a jail cell that wavered not, their existence fixed, for their meeting was only brought upon by the creatures sin to dream, quite literary.
The group led by the man deus along with the Porter that found himself within the confines of the room all covered behind large abstract stones littered upon the floor.
They spoke openly, each of the team readied themselves, steadying their bows, fluttering the pages of their books, gripping swords, they all had a job, they all mattered and they all existed for this moment.
one of which they met many times before, a moment of hesitation, the end of oneself.