this madness of now

"What's that? I can't hear you over the sound of your quiet breakfast." Ronin had turned his head back to face the road (an understandably important part of their journey) but the broad grin was easily audible. "Ah yes, you're quite right though. Wouldn't want this valuable thing being stolen now, would we?" He chuckled. They travelled a short while longer - enough to lose the section of beach they'd arrived on at least, and Ronin did not allow himself to think of what they had left behind - before the wagon slowed and moved off road, into a prettily shaded patch of trees. Soon enough they were hidden from the path and anyone passing, but the sun was bright enough and the sky clear enough to easily navigate back. "There," he said. "I hope it pleases you." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.