I will fight the end
"A good funny or a bad funny?" Ronin asks, tilting his head and grinning. "The orange and red ones are my favourite - give those a try," he adds, nodding at the bag of jelly beans before furrowing his brow. She makes a good point, but unfortunately he has no say over what the leaders of Torchline decide to do. "Perhaps people could make little cubby holes on the underside of the docks, to store treats for the Merfolk," he suggests.
Swinging his legs a bit, the Huntsman can't help but enjoy her curiosity - it's a common trait among the Mer, in his experience. "Mm? Oh, well, that is because there are different sorts of landpeople, I suppose. There are Accepted, who can channel the gods, there are Attuned who can become animals, and there are Abandoned who can use magic." And then, because none of that really builds on the introduction he's made, he reaches down over the dock as if to offer his hand to shake.
"My name is Ronin, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
Swinging his legs a bit, the Huntsman can't help but enjoy her curiosity - it's a common trait among the Mer, in his experience. "Mm? Oh, well, that is because there are different sorts of landpeople, I suppose. There are Accepted, who can channel the gods, there are Attuned who can become animals, and there are Abandoned who can use magic." And then, because none of that really builds on the introduction he's made, he reaches down over the dock as if to offer his hand to shake.
"My name is Ronin, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
'til the end is here
