RONIN
the white knight
"Well I will certainly drink to that," Ronin says, raising his cocktail as well and, with a self-satisfied smile, taking a very generous sip of it. Setting the glass down to join Remi in his secretive table leaning, the Knight's smile is utterly crooked as he listens to the other man's suggestions. "Does the harmonica go well with a tambourine?" he wonders. "Because I've always wanted to belt out music with one."
He can see it now - and see the audience either cringing away, leaving entirely, or suffering through the performance because of who they were - and the laugher is already there on his lips when they are quite wonderfully interrupted by the arrival of a second basket of coconut shrimp. Trilling his thanks to the server as they leave, Ronin grabs one out of the basket and offers it to Remi.
"With our track record, we could end up triple married," he says, beaming. "Or perhaps I'll wake up and we'll have adopted a stray dog, or sailed the Northaven out into the Oerwoud somewhere."
He can see it now - and see the audience either cringing away, leaving entirely, or suffering through the performance because of who they were - and the laugher is already there on his lips when they are quite wonderfully interrupted by the arrival of a second basket of coconut shrimp. Trilling his thanks to the server as they leave, Ronin grabs one out of the basket and offers it to Remi.
"With our track record, we could end up triple married," he says, beaming. "Or perhaps I'll wake up and we'll have adopted a stray dog, or sailed the Northaven out into the Oerwoud somewhere."
