RONIN
"Ah, I see. Did you take a portal back to Torchline, then?" he wonders as they walk, knowing nothing about what the herbs look like so being of very little help in that department. No, Ronin is just here to be the muscle in case anything goes wrong. Which, you know... it shouldn't.
And yet as they turn around the bend in the river, Ronin gets the impression that they aren't alone in the jungle. It's true that they're never alone there and they never were, but now it feels like something is actively watching them.
"I hope not," he says, choosing not to tell Maeve about his suspicions. He forces his attention back to her (an easy thing to do), itching at the stubble on his chin. "How is it?" he asks suddenly. "Working at the Halenani, I mean."
And yet as they turn around the bend in the river, Ronin gets the impression that they aren't alone in the jungle. It's true that they're never alone there and they never were, but now it feels like something is actively watching them.
"I hope not," he says, choosing not to tell Maeve about his suspicions. He forces his attention back to her (an easy thing to do), itching at the stubble on his chin. "How is it?" he asks suddenly. "Working at the Halenani, I mean."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
