the things we hold are always the first to go
It didn't seem as though the Voice had left it all behind - far from it, indeed. But that was not Ronin's place to say - none of this felt like it was his place to say. He was reminded of his meetings, however brief, with the General of the Storm, and the soldier in him fell silent in the wake of something so much more than what he was.
He was already stepping away when the Voice spoke more about the blight in the Greatwood and gave her stab at the Old Gods. Ronin swallowed hard, and nodded. "Thank you for speaking with us," he muttered, wanting desperately out of the situation but knowing better than to turn his back on a goddess.
He was already stepping away when the Voice spoke more about the blight in the Greatwood and gave her stab at the Old Gods. Ronin swallowed hard, and nodded. "Thank you for speaking with us," he muttered, wanting desperately out of the situation but knowing better than to turn his back on a goddess.
