Ronin Taliesin
but they haven't seen the best of me
So lost in his own thoughts was Ronin that he didn't even notice as the other man stepped up and plopped down beside him, the hunter jumping ever so slightly before conjuring a wan smile that didn't seem to reach his too dark eyes. "Oh - hello," he said, his own voice hoarse from lack of use since he'd entered the Temple... how long ago? He didn't know.
"I'm as alright as I can be," he said, not one to wither or complain, though his hand tremored in a similar way to Sascha's as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair.
"You're sick too, huh?" he mumbled, sounding quietly apologetic about that. "I'm Ronin, by the way." The fact that he was actually the King of the Hollowed Grounds now still escaped him regularly; he wasn't used to people knowing who he was.
"I'm as alright as I can be," he said, not one to wither or complain, though his hand tremored in a similar way to Sascha's as he reached up to run his fingers through his hair.
"You're sick too, huh?" he mumbled, sounding quietly apologetic about that. "I'm Ronin, by the way." The fact that he was actually the King of the Hollowed Grounds now still escaped him regularly; he wasn't used to people knowing who he was.
