RONIN
Ronin accepts the canteen gratefully, taking another sip of cool water before handing it back to her. "Oh, fuck. I meant to look for some food while I was pulling down those branches for the oars." He offers Maeve an apologetic smile, nodding at her suggestions and gazing around at the foliage on the fringes of the riverbank. "If you want to go and forage for something to eat, I can try and get us a fire set up. Some of the earth around here is still pretty dry and sandy, so it shouldn't be too difficult."
If that is what she decides to do, Ronin will move to search for a few dry pieces of wood to use as kindling. He also stacks other dry branches to continue to feed the fire when it's gotten going, before kneeling down to prepare the area. He's brought a tinderbox along, so luckily they shouldn't have too much of an issue, and by the time Maeve returns it will be to see him starting to strike sparks at the tinder.
If that is what she decides to do, Ronin will move to search for a few dry pieces of wood to use as kindling. He also stacks other dry branches to continue to feed the fire when it's gotten going, before kneeling down to prepare the area. He's brought a tinderbox along, so luckily they shouldn't have too much of an issue, and by the time Maeve returns it will be to see him starting to strike sparks at the tinder.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
