RONIN
the white knight
"Everything we need is here. And given that the last place we lived was the Cordillera, this is much easier for our family and friends to visit us." Grinning, Ronin bends to hoist the large driftwood log up and onto his shoulder as if it weighs next to nothing, clearly not having been too phased by the interruption by the strange man. "Different is one word for it. Yet another reason to stick around Torchline though, right? Things are never boring."
Laughing and hefting the log down by the bonfire it's intended for, Ronin grabs for the axe he'd left buried in the sand and starts to hack it into more manageable pieces to be stacked ready for the lighting, or for surplus firewood. "Will you be out here partying, when Longnight comes?" he asks with a grin. He assumes so, hence the help with the bonfires, but perhaps she's just a good samaritan. She definitely seems that way.
Laughing and hefting the log down by the bonfire it's intended for, Ronin grabs for the axe he'd left buried in the sand and starts to hack it into more manageable pieces to be stacked ready for the lighting, or for surplus firewood. "Will you be out here partying, when Longnight comes?" he asks with a grin. He assumes so, hence the help with the bonfires, but perhaps she's just a good samaritan. She definitely seems that way.
i'll get over it
i just gotta be dramatic first
i just gotta be dramatic first
