we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Giving Noah's hand a warm squeeze, Ronin settles back in his seat easily enough. "A pleasure," he assures him, though his smile turns a bit wry as the other man takes note of his reputation in the White Hart. "Ah, a member of the Order is only the latest in my line of occupations here," he explains. "I used to live in Stormbreak, and I was here for some time as a dragoon. I'd drink here regularly, and go to the fighting pits in the Silk Houses."
People have long memories and first impressions go a long way, evidently, even when those impressions have to change jobs. "It's no trouble," he assures Noah, taking a sip of his wine. "And you can start at the beginning, if you like? That's always helped me. I understand that you are chosen by Vi now, is that right?"
People have long memories and first impressions go a long way, evidently, even when those impressions have to change jobs. "It's no trouble," he assures Noah, taking a sip of his wine. "And you can start at the beginning, if you like? That's always helped me. I understand that you are chosen by Vi now, is that right?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
