The courier was practically beaming at the encouragement, though the mention of Starfall - literally on the horizon, here in Torchline - dampened his enthusiasm and reminded him of why he was going around stabbing his friends and himself. "Yeah... I kinda feel like a one-trick pony with just my Dagger," he admitted with a faint grimace. "But, y'know... I'd help if I could," he added, loyal if not always wise. "At least I'll be prayin' my Accepted-best t'Vi for you t'come back safe-- hey!"
His sappy soliloquy was cut short by the shift in Ronin's shape and the spray of sand that he had to shield his eyes from, losing his chance at an easy stab. He tugged his Goggles down over his eyes so that wouldn't happen again and scrambled after the much speedier and more agile luxere - not a sight he'd ever expected to see bounding across the tropical islands! He didn't have to get close, at least; he just had to get within thirty feet before he could throw an unsteady jab in the stag's general direction with the magic Dagger in his off-hand. His left hand he tucked behind him into his belt so he didn't try to use it on accident!
His sappy soliloquy was cut short by the shift in Ronin's shape and the spray of sand that he had to shield his eyes from, losing his chance at an easy stab. He tugged his Goggles down over his eyes so that wouldn't happen again and scrambled after the much speedier and more agile luxere - not a sight he'd ever expected to see bounding across the tropical islands! He didn't have to get close, at least; he just had to get within thirty feet before he could throw an unsteady jab in the stag's general direction with the magic Dagger in his off-hand. His left hand he tucked behind him into his belt so he didn't try to use it on accident!
