finding salvation

"You know, I've always fancied being keel-hauled. It wouldn't be up on the cliffs, but if you could find a decent ship that would be willing to do the honours, it could be quite the spectacle," Ronin remarks. He absolutely has not ever fancied being keel-hauled, and it was a horrific punishment from the things he's heard, but hey, if they're playing imaginary executions, why the heck not? They meander through the woods together, deeper beneath the leafy canopies until the whole world smells like blossoms and earth, and Ronin smiles down at her. "Torchline is beautiful," he agrees. "I can't say the same about the Grounds, though. It's a very stern and sad place. I was there for a long time before the barrier around them dropped." He wrinkles his nose, all too able to remember those first few seasons in Caido. "I died there too, so... maybe I am biased." Reaching out to tickle at the snake scales that curl comfortably around Maeve's neck, the Star breathes in deep and turns his attention back to the trail ahead. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.