RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin doesn't know what you're all looking at or waiting for. He has AN ADMIN FOR A PLAYER no idea where the relic might be hiding, the Huntsman wrinkling his nose with frustration. "Well, unless this is the exception to the rule," he mutters. "I don't know what kind of thing Locke went up against for that doll - was it also a big ol' beastie?" he wonders.
Turning around to look back down the path - because it doesn't seem like they're having much luck - Ronin shakes his head. "If it weren't for the Tower falling I'd have said it ought to be there," he mutters, frustrated. "Maybe we're just not seeing the obvious. We ought to keep looking, I suppose."
Turning around to look back down the path - because it doesn't seem like they're having much luck - Ronin shakes his head. "If it weren't for the Tower falling I'd have said it ought to be there," he mutters, frustrated. "Maybe we're just not seeing the obvious. We ought to keep looking, I suppose."
show me your darkness.
