and on to the glory at my right hand
Stumbling as if it's his role to do so, Ronin continues the conversation without missing a beat. "Mm, if he works in the Dusklight and that's Danta's place of..." Rule? he wants to say, but it doesn't sound quite right for a brothel. Anyway. "I can imagine he perhaps wanted to deal with it himself. Maybe it's the same for this?" Ancient or not, chaos incarnate or not, the politics of being a region that engages readily in cannibalism is likely not the look Danta is going for.
Or maybe it is - fuck if Ronin knows.
"Mm, I remember," he agrees, leaning in to press a kiss against Remi's bearded cheek as if to soothe that particular memory all over again. "And I mean... if someone had told me there was a serial killer loose in the Hollowed Grounds, I don't know if I would immediately go up there myself and start playing detective, you know?"
However - and gods, it's the kind of however Ronin ends up hanging his coat on every time.
"I do know about this, though. And that it's bothered Maea. I think the least I could do is maybe reach out, see if the Grounds needs any help?"
Or maybe it is - fuck if Ronin knows.
"Mm, I remember," he agrees, leaning in to press a kiss against Remi's bearded cheek as if to soothe that particular memory all over again. "And I mean... if someone had told me there was a serial killer loose in the Hollowed Grounds, I don't know if I would immediately go up there myself and start playing detective, you know?"
However - and gods, it's the kind of however Ronin ends up hanging his coat on every time.
"I do know about this, though. And that it's bothered Maea. I think the least I could do is maybe reach out, see if the Grounds needs any help?"
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