[SWE] The Festival of Lights

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Edrei and the newcomer could flirt all they liked - Ronin resisted the urge to smirk and roll his eyes. Instead he settled his attention wholly on Amalia (and by extension Jorseval , but it wasn't a choice he actively made). His blue eyes grew interested as she spoke of the lanterns, gazing past her to the glowing things attached to one of the posts. To remember the Old Gods... Were they related to what she had been singing, then? All at once, though, she was offering them food, and damn if it didn't look appetising. "I mean, if you don't mind," he murmured, mentally packing that information away for later. Four loaves... four Gods? "So can anyone make a lantern?" he asked curiously, moving to kneel beside her and examine the bread. "And what of these Old Gods...? I'm not from... well, here. I don't know anything about them."