we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
It's true - perhaps they ought to have chosen a circular table rather than a booth for this get together, but it's a bit too late for that now. Instead, forcing out a sigh and letting himself settle a little more against his seat, Ronin smiles his gratitude as Jata goes ahead and gets some booze together for them to sample. And as he chooses smoky whiskey and the Bastion goes for the gin, Ronin migrates towards the wine if only because he's sampled Torchline's rum enough to know it's good, and he wants something different.
"Gods, you can say that again," he blurts at the mention of the two heralds, a rough laugh erupting from his throat, and without thinking about it he holds out his glass to clink against the others'. "To not having to go through that anymore," he toasts.
Sitting back to enjoy the wine as Remi explains about the gin and the letter, Ronin can't help but let his brow furrow. When he speaks it's still awkward, but the feeling behind it is genuine. "I hope it's the kind of letter that brings more peace than hurt."
"Gods, you can say that again," he blurts at the mention of the two heralds, a rough laugh erupting from his throat, and without thinking about it he holds out his glass to clink against the others'. "To not having to go through that anymore," he toasts.
Sitting back to enjoy the wine as Remi explains about the gin and the letter, Ronin can't help but let his brow furrow. When he speaks it's still awkward, but the feeling behind it is genuine. "I hope it's the kind of letter that brings more peace than hurt."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
