RONIN
the white knight
Shaking out his hands and straightening up as well, Ronin is mid-stretch when Hadama offers out the healing water, and he gives a sigh of relief and a grateful smile as he accepts it. "This is probably my favourite of Torchline's benefits," he admits, sipping at the water before offering it back to the Tidebreaker. "Yes - even more than the lucky rum fountain." Don't get him wrong, though, he's had a fair amount of use out of that as well.
"Mm...? Oh, gods no," he says with an easy laugh in response to the other man's question, gesturing to the snowy hair around his temples as evidence. (Though, in truth, that's absolutely caused by stress and trauma rather than age, Ronin). "Or at least, if I have, my knees and lower back must have missed the memo." He winks.
"Mm...? Oh, gods no," he says with an easy laugh in response to the other man's question, gesturing to the snowy hair around his temples as evidence. (Though, in truth, that's absolutely caused by stress and trauma rather than age, Ronin). "Or at least, if I have, my knees and lower back must have missed the memo." He winks.
