the things we hold are always the first to go
"Glad to have you." Ronin grinned from his place beside the Alchemist, seated on one of the large boxes that they'd hauled down to the street containing the tools. The Star was dressed to work, as seemed the case a lot of the time lately, but strangely enough the more he arrived home aching and tired rather than drunk out of his mind, the better he felt. Perhaps it wasn't so strange, on second thought.
Rising to his feet to stretch and offer a nod to both Sunjata and Melita, he glanced around for the rest of their merry little band. Luckily it was Deepfrost, and the sun they would be working under wouldn't be quite so harsh. But that wasn't to say they wouldn't likely work up a sweat, with literal canals to dig.
Rising to his feet to stretch and offer a nod to both Sunjata and Melita, he glanced around for the rest of their merry little band. Luckily it was Deepfrost, and the sun they would be working under wouldn't be quite so harsh. But that wasn't to say they wouldn't likely work up a sweat, with literal canals to dig.
