we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Yes," Ronin says with a mischievous smile and a decisive nod. "Though I admit it'll get confusing if one second I'm dragging you out of a tousle and the next you're helping me stop a new one, so maybe avoid getting too fighty." Laughing warmly, he leans down to grab up a new bit of driftwood half buried in the sand - and he can't help but jump away a bit with it as Kaisel shakes the crab off his own find.
"You'd be surprised," he admits. "Though with this being the first Longnight since the Family left, I feel like things could get wild, any time you can spare will be appreciated." Depositing the wood in the wagon, Ronin pauses with a hand on the side of it. "Speaking of which - you were a dragoon, right? I've got a pet project you might be interested in, if you want to keep your skills sharp."
"You'd be surprised," he admits. "Though with this being the first Longnight since the Family left, I feel like things could get wild, any time you can spare will be appreciated." Depositing the wood in the wagon, Ronin pauses with a hand on the side of it. "Speaking of which - you were a dragoon, right? I've got a pet project you might be interested in, if you want to keep your skills sharp."
THE WHITE KNIGHT
and continue fighting
