RONIN
the white knight
Ronin Taliesin, Vi's White Knight, advisor to the Queen of Torchline, is acting as the world's best tourist today. Stepping into the proceedings with a straw hat, a pair of vibrant red shorts and a flowery shirt in shades of red and yellow, he's got one hand on a picnic basket and the other clasped in Remi's, offering the Bastion a beaming smile for his trouble. "Gods, it's nice to be in a place that feels how Torchline should, isn't it?"
The Suvahasi might be humid, but it's sunny and hot and bright, and with the addition of the stalls, games, food and multitude of colourful hot air balloons, Ronin can already feel Longheat on the way. "Want me to go win a prize for you?" he asks, bobbing his eyebrows at Remi over his sunglasses. "I'm very good at it, or so I've been told."
The Suvahasi might be humid, but it's sunny and hot and bright, and with the addition of the stalls, games, food and multitude of colourful hot air balloons, Ronin can already feel Longheat on the way. "Want me to go win a prize for you?" he asks, bobbing his eyebrows at Remi over his sunglasses. "I'm very good at it, or so I've been told."
