R O N I N
Where there was something strange going on, Ronin Taliesin was almost guaranteed to find a way to be there. That was true even before he had become an official hunter of the weird and wonderful, and he tilted his head as he approached the crowd around the Bone Bridge. "I'd be careful," he called out to address the group gathered there, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat. "I've tried to cross this thing before, and it doesn't seem to... go..."
He drifted off at the sight of the thing sitting in the middle of the bridge, its musical drumming on the box making it seem all the more enticing. Ronin blinked. Why wasn't anyone doing anything? Or more importantly, trying to see what was inside said box? "Um?" he said helpfully.
