this madness of now

"Ah, well - there's your mistake. No one can know everything about something." Ronin grinned to his lover, having padded over to the mare who was grazing and leaving them very much to it, retrieving the sweetly spiced fish Remi had thrown. It was still good, Ronin was sure. He turned in time to see Remi inspect the wagon, and for a second the hunter was concerned, guilty even - whatever had happened, he knew the efforts on his husband's part had been monumental when it came to getting them out of the Hollowed Grounds. Turned out, one simply had to go mad and destroy a Temple. So Remi's smile, when it came, was so relieving that Ronin found himself grinning too, moving to hop up and inspect the interior of the wagon a little more. The spices and salts seemed in good condition, though whether they sold those or used them was utterly outside of his interest. The little trunk contained a few outfits, a book - and a map. "Well, lookie here." He handed the scroll to Remi, and hopped down again to look for a suitable place to build a cooking fire. "Such a cliche," he agreed, beginning to gather together some kindling. "I am still a monster hunter, whether that's a good one or a bad one. I'm sure there's many a creature out here bothering the natives. And you, sir, are a travelling alchemist. I challenge you to create the most interesting items out of the bits of monster I haul home." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.