arms give away your need
Offering a slight nod to show he's heard the stranger, Ronin is ordering his second shot by the time the smooth voice reaches his ears, and he scoffs a mirthless laugh down into his drink. "If only I could," he says, voice low and sardonic. Alas, a demigod's constitution means it will take several more shots to even entertain a slight buzz, and he'll remember everything even if he drinks the bar dry.
"New to Stormbreak?" he guesses, merely by the tell-tale signs that the other man is an Ancient. They really don't see too many of Dygra's children up in the floating city, he realises; it's probably too cold for them. "Ought to be careful. Reckon a storm's on the way." And when they hit Stormbreak these days, they hit hard.
"New to Stormbreak?" he guesses, merely by the tell-tale signs that the other man is an Ancient. They really don't see too many of Dygra's children up in the floating city, he realises; it's probably too cold for them. "Ought to be careful. Reckon a storm's on the way." And when they hit Stormbreak these days, they hit hard.
tie them up and around me
and play me as you please
RONIN
