RONIN
the white knight
With his brow furrowing, the words powers and a sword are still locked on Ronin's tongue when he realises Sarah is joking, the Knight huffing out a laugh and shaking his head. "No, alas I am not," he says, and having met far too many of those gods in his time and far too often, he doesn't envy them either. As for the work, Ronin had been looking at the multiple hedgerows bursting with fruit in need of collection, but if Sarah would prefer assistance with her bees, well, who is he to tell her no?
"I'm far from an experienced bee keeper, but if you tell me what you need, I'm happy to help," he nods, cementing their deal and peering out over the farm as if listening for the tell-tale buzz of a swarm. "Do you have any protection that you wear to harvest their honey?" He assumes, of course, that this is what they'll be doing.
"I'm far from an experienced bee keeper, but if you tell me what you need, I'm happy to help," he nods, cementing their deal and peering out over the farm as if listening for the tell-tale buzz of a swarm. "Do you have any protection that you wear to harvest their honey?" He assumes, of course, that this is what they'll be doing.
