RONIN
THE WHITE KNIGHT
Night has fallen by the time Ronin enters The Hanged Man, having reserved a large table in the corner of the bar for their meeting. All things considered, the tavern feels quiet tonight, but that's unsurprising given the chaos of the day and the ensuing crowds in Haulani. He imagines most people have taken themselves to the safety of their homes or inns, wishing to pass the evening in peace; peace that hadn't been granted during their waking hours.
Ordering a round of liquor and beer to the table, as well as an array of snacks, the Knight ensures that food and drinks will be plentiful if nothing else. What he has to say isn't exactly bad news, after all, but he also doubts it will go down like the ray of hope it might otherwise feel like, given today's efforts. With a sigh, Ronin plops into his seat and reaches for a mug of beer to nurse while he waits for everyone to arrive.
He'd changed out of his red swimming shorts, at least, dressed in an off-white linen shirt and a pair of tan pants, his dark hair mussed and damp from a shower, his fingers drumming lightly against his glass.
Ordering a round of liquor and beer to the table, as well as an array of snacks, the Knight ensures that food and drinks will be plentiful if nothing else. What he has to say isn't exactly bad news, after all, but he also doubts it will go down like the ray of hope it might otherwise feel like, given today's efforts. With a sigh, Ronin plops into his seat and reaches for a mug of beer to nurse while he waits for everyone to arrive.
He'd changed out of his red swimming shorts, at least, dressed in an off-white linen shirt and a pair of tan pants, his dark hair mussed and damp from a shower, his fingers drumming lightly against his glass.
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
