RONIN
the white knight
Ronin, having been idling away his afternoon at the edge of the dock, peels an eye open and glances to the side at Pipsqueak as she approaches, offering the dragon a lopsided smile. "Long time no see," he rumbles to her, sitting up where he's been leaning back on his hands, his feet dangling over the edge of the dock. There's a bit of string tied to his big toe, the other end attached to a lump of cheese where he's apparently been fishing, for lack of better word.
Offering a bit of his bait to Pip (because obviously there's more cheese on a plate beside him), Ronin turns at the sound of a familiar voice, raising an eyebrow as he glances over his shoulder at the approaching Dragoon. "Koa," he says, a touch stiffly but otherwise polite. "I have all afternoon, as it happens. What can I do for you?"
Offering a bit of his bait to Pip (because obviously there's more cheese on a plate beside him), Ronin turns at the sound of a familiar voice, raising an eyebrow as he glances over his shoulder at the approaching Dragoon. "Koa," he says, a touch stiffly but otherwise polite. "I have all afternoon, as it happens. What can I do for you?"
