RONIN
the white knight
Murmuring his gratitude for the second bout of healing, Ronin is left pressing his fingers to perfectly smooth skin that's sticky only because of the residual blood, and he lets out a soft sigh. "Good as new," he tells Tal, stretching out his arms and rolling his neck before getting himself properly back on his feet. It might not have been the most rigorous workout, but he's definitely not had to do much training in that shift, and he has a feeling his muscles will remind him of the fact tomorrow.
"It might have been an accident this time, but next time you might decide to do it on purpose," he points out with a wink; only by achieving this success can Tal remember to use it, after all. "Thanks for helping me out with this as well. Anyway, can I get you a drink at the Hanged Man while we catch our breath?" After he's washed all the blood off, of course.
"It might have been an accident this time, but next time you might decide to do it on purpose," he points out with a wink; only by achieving this success can Tal remember to use it, after all. "Thanks for helping me out with this as well. Anyway, can I get you a drink at the Hanged Man while we catch our breath?" After he's washed all the blood off, of course.
