there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Rolling his shoulders, Ronin is just about to take up the handcart again when his name hits the air. Automatically the Knight turns with a smile on his lips, more than accustomed to being approached and asked to help with something or another. But when it's not a merchant or a worker but a man he half recognises from working on Theea's house, he relaxes a touch. "Hey," he rumbles in return, "yeah, that's me. It was Damien, wasn't it?"
Chuckling, he nods his agreement at the half-constructed training dummy, Ronin scrunching his nose at it. "Yeah, he's a work in progress right now. Hopefully when he's all finished he'll put up a little more of a fight - not too much though," he says, patting the hay bale almost affectionately. It's at that moment he notices the little cub creeping closer, belly low to the ground, and Ronin's eyes light up.
"And who is this?" he asks. Overhead, as if telepathically drawn by his interest, a small shriek echoes across the market from a haughty, draconic throat. Sugar circles over them - a small white dragon with a tail like a ribbon, no larger than a housecat - but doesn't opt to get closer just yet.
Chuckling, he nods his agreement at the half-constructed training dummy, Ronin scrunching his nose at it. "Yeah, he's a work in progress right now. Hopefully when he's all finished he'll put up a little more of a fight - not too much though," he says, patting the hay bale almost affectionately. It's at that moment he notices the little cub creeping closer, belly low to the ground, and Ronin's eyes light up.
"And who is this?" he asks. Overhead, as if telepathically drawn by his interest, a small shriek echoes across the market from a haughty, draconic throat. Sugar circles over them - a small white dragon with a tail like a ribbon, no larger than a housecat - but doesn't opt to get closer just yet.
RONIN
