there is always hope
Ronin glanced up at the sound of a voice, having just sketched out a rough outline of the Stonesong which he was beginning to smudge with his finger. Spotting the other man and smiling automatically, he raised a hand to greet him in return. "Ronin," he introduced himself and, spotting Bran's damp hair, let out a quiet chuckle.
"I hope I didn't interrupt you," he said, assuming he had been swimming or bathing. "Are you from around here? I assumed the Greatwood was only home to the Fae."
"I hope I didn't interrupt you," he said, assuming he had been swimming or bathing. "Are you from around here? I assumed the Greatwood was only home to the Fae."
