You Believe On What You See

There was a call within Ronin, too. The hunter had been trying to ignore it for some time, that ebb and pull towards what he supposed counted as holy places within the Hollowed Grounds. The Glade and the Temple were easy enough to sate his curiosity, but now... well. He didn't know what to call it, only that something in the pit of his belly was making his feet move towards somewhere he didn't recall going. Oh wait, no. He remembered the Underground - remembered the Prince. Ugh. But was there something else down here, too? Arriving in naught but a loose shirt and pants, with a dragon snoozing around his shoulders and his hands tucked in his pockets, Ronin raised his eyebrows at the sight of Samuel, not having expected the other man to be there. "Oh," he said, his surprise evident in his tone. "Sorry, am I... did I disturb you?" taliesin a long and lonesome road