R O N I N
Ronin, at least, relaxed as Remi finally came to join them, glancing back at Rory and listening carefully as he spoke. He was glad for his friend there to take notes on all of this; they could never be sure how much information was readily available, and they could not risk making any assumptions about this thing. Speaking of which... "Your great-great-grandmother?" His eyes widened, Ronin letting out a low whistle. "That must make it almost as old as the Spire, surely?" From the little he had heard in bits and pieces, the obsidian shard had simply appeared one day. Or something.
Tearing his attention from the solemn monolith and back to Rory, he let out a warm laugh at the other man's description of them. "Well, we're already somewhere we shouldn't be, roped in by another of our group." So saying, he nudged Remi gently. "The Atheneum, you say? Luckily enough, Remi and I have a mutual friend who is something of an expert in words and books. Perhaps he will be able to tell us more."
