RONIN
the white knight
Oh, Ronin knows it all too well. His brief stint with Remi living up in the Cordillera had been the closest to done that either of them had ever come, and although it had only lasted a year or so, the Knight had never slept so much or so well in his life. "Well, if you need a hand in future, you know where to find me." If Hadama should try to provide the same protection to the coastline as the rest of the islands, he means.
Also pointedly stepping over a hauntingly familiar statuette in the sand - but absolutely not giving it much of the time of day at all - Ronin instead lends his attention to Hadama in full. "Oh?" He tilts his head, an immediate and boyish grin spreading over his face. "It would be my honour to spar with the King of Torchline," he says with a little half bow. "Here and now? I'm not busy for the rest of the afternoon."
Also pointedly stepping over a hauntingly familiar statuette in the sand - but absolutely not giving it much of the time of day at all - Ronin instead lends his attention to Hadama in full. "Oh?" He tilts his head, an immediate and boyish grin spreading over his face. "It would be my honour to spar with the King of Torchline," he says with a little half bow. "Here and now? I'm not busy for the rest of the afternoon."
