like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets It was beautiful, and Ronin glanced up in time to see Bastien come striding through the foliage just as he had been sketching. Lowering the parchment, he grinned at the Ascended and shifted to sit up a bit. "It's good to see you," he said to the other man, accepting the greeting and choosing not to mar Bastien's clothes with charcoaled hands in return. "What do you think?" He held up the sketch of arguably the Ascended's approach, making sure to put a suitably mystical expression on. But there was something he could ask of him? That was odd, though he felt warmed by the prospect. It felt good, to help people again (even if his temper chose to flare at the worst times, these days). "Is that so? What can I do for you?"