with claws

"What, just snuggled in the rocks down there?" Ronin flashes her a lopsided smile, rolling his shoulder in a shrug. "Worth a try I suppose. The Temple, the Sleeping Steps, the Celestine and where the Tower used to be certainly haven't been helpful, right?" So saying, Ronin puts his fingers to his lips and lets out a shrill whistle; on command, one of the clouds snags away from the overcast sky and soars down to meet them. Hopping aboard to sit, he pats the ethereal substance beside him. "Come on - it's better than potentially falling to our doom," he says, grinning. "As for swimming, it was... macabre, I suppose you could say. There are a lot of shipwrecks and skeletons under there," he murmurs. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.