finding salvation

Ronin's jaw drops in a very how dare you expression; a joke, of course, because how else can he tell her that he's not dramatic unless he's dramatic about it? Still, the scandalised look on his face melts back into a smile as Maeve bumps against his shoulder, and he leads them deeper still into the woods. In fact, Ronin doesn't know where he's going, and that's precisely the point. He's doing his best not to look for the Mathair, because he guarantees they'll stumble upon it just as soon as the Greatwood is ready. "Ah, of course. I hope that the Governor was successful in trying to stop things from getting quite as... waterlogged as last year." Ronin had heard of Sunjata's attempts to make the islands safer from monsoon season, but of course he went and left Torchline, so it no longer stays on his radar. (It should, though, what with the skyport he's trying to bring there). "I do have a dragon. She is quite the mistress too - she keeps me toeing the line," he says with a warm laugh. "I always think that our companions choose us, rather than the other way around. One will find you when you're ready, unless you want that hanging snake to take home?" he suggests. "Also I can assure you that you do not look a mess. The woods suit you, madam." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.