there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
It's not uncommon to see Ronin Taliesin walking through Haulani with an assortment of things to carry or cart about; the White Knight is renowned for providing the necessary brawn when it comes to hauling stock for merchants or assisting a stall or business in relocating. Today, however, the handcart he rumbles across the cobbles is all for him, and it's got an eclectic array of items within it.
A bundle of hay, a bag of sand, a few lengths of wood, some empty sacking (one of which has been painted with a sad face that has Xs for eyes), one wouldn't be amiss to assume he's making a strange-looking scarecrow. One would be wrong, though.
It's a training dummy. Or it will be soon.
Pausing the handcart in an out of the way part of the street to take a break, Ronin swipes the back of his hand across his brow and sweeps his dark hair back out of his face. It's not the sort of season where he honestly feels up to much, in truth, but he's been putting this off for long enough. And so if nothing else, he's dedicating at least the first part of Deepfrost to productivity.
The rest, though? That's for napping.
A bundle of hay, a bag of sand, a few lengths of wood, some empty sacking (one of which has been painted with a sad face that has Xs for eyes), one wouldn't be amiss to assume he's making a strange-looking scarecrow. One would be wrong, though.
It's a training dummy. Or it will be soon.
Pausing the handcart in an out of the way part of the street to take a break, Ronin swipes the back of his hand across his brow and sweeps his dark hair back out of his face. It's not the sort of season where he honestly feels up to much, in truth, but he's been putting this off for long enough. And so if nothing else, he's dedicating at least the first part of Deepfrost to productivity.
The rest, though? That's for napping.
RONIN
