Dead men walking

"I mean, I never had that particular disease... and we did lose someone from it." Ronin shrugged his shoulders, brow furrowing as he remembered - though it felt so far away now, it might as well have happened to someone else. (And maybe it did, because the happy-go-lucky captain was definitely a world from this Ronin Taliesin). "I'm not sure this thing requires a sacrifice, but... it's definitely something to bear in mind." He didn't know what he had been expecting, asking Loren for reasons as to why he'd come back. They were almost the same as his reasons for disappearing, after all, only too much had happened now. There was too much water under that particular bridge for Ronin to even remember, truly, the reasons for the Launceleyn to be so hung up on his past, and the bugbears that had followed from Northaven were distant pains now. Refocusing in time to watch Loren down his glass of wine and then some, Ronin arched an eyebrow. "Is that wise?" he asked quietly. "So you disappeared. Now you're back. Either buck up and make the most of it, or go away again." He shrugged, the blight that ran through his veins like black sludge making him blunt to say the least. "Which, I suppose, you did do by coming here. Sorry the person you were looking for wasn't here." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.