blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
He smiles and Finn looks away almost on autopilot at this point. The Spyglass is not a man of charm and wit, and that's without taking into account the fact that Ronin is the Dark Star, someone who rides in Safrin's wake. He stands more like Ronin's shadow, in comparison, and the strings in his pocket (so light and so meaningless, in the large scale of things) feel very heavy all of a sudden. Would the lady of stars be paying attention, here, if he discards her gift under full view of her chosen?
"This one is one of her gowns, is it not?" he guesses, looking at the candles rather than at Ronin. "Do you often come out to leave her gifts like this?" He suspects not, given that he has been researching the likes of Ronin and his ilk for longer than they have known about Stormbreak. Even Finn knows, of course, not to mention something like that.
"This one is one of her gowns, is it not?" he guesses, looking at the candles rather than at Ronin. "Do you often come out to leave her gifts like this?" He suspects not, given that he has been researching the likes of Ronin and his ilk for longer than they have known about Stormbreak. Even Finn knows, of course, not to mention something like that.
FINN
