Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
"Lemme guess, nearly trampled you?" Morgen wonders, chuckling under his breath, though not at Ronin's expense. "Mares." He says with a shrug, in the same tone with which another man might have said, women. It amounted to more or less the same thing.
"Not any good ones, no. Just the sort that go if I die in my sleep, don't let bobby from school take my toys." It had been years since Morgen was the sort of man to pray, if ever he was.
"I dunno if it spooked us or we spooked it, but we came ridin' 'round this corner and there it was. Mayhap its got a grave or somethin' nearby? I ain't got much in the way of sendin' dead things back, but if you do, I'm all ears." Morgen, who'd likely have been able to pick Ronin out of a reasonable lineup, hadn't been able to get a good look at the demigod for fear of letting the spirit get too close.
"Not any good ones, no. Just the sort that go if I die in my sleep, don't let bobby from school take my toys." It had been years since Morgen was the sort of man to pray, if ever he was.
"I dunno if it spooked us or we spooked it, but we came ridin' 'round this corner and there it was. Mayhap its got a grave or somethin' nearby? I ain't got much in the way of sendin' dead things back, but if you do, I'm all ears." Morgen, who'd likely have been able to pick Ronin out of a reasonable lineup, hadn't been able to get a good look at the demigod for fear of letting the spirit get too close.
