is there a price to burn this paradise?
Ronin was in the middle of digging the gorgeous gem out of the cloud manta’s forehead when the gods awful screeching reached his ears. He’d managed to free the jewel at least, tucking it into a satchel belted to his thigh and rising to his feet to hoist the creature’s corpse up and onto his shoulder. Only then did he turn to face the noise, the manta draped over him like a beautiful, bloodied half cloak.
”Now is there really any nee— oh, it’s you.” His demand was cut off in the recognition of Amalia, feathered and clawed she might be. Dipping into a mockery of a noble bow, Ronin shrugged the manta a little higher onto his arm. ”Welcome to Torchline, Amalia. How was the portal trip? How’s the fight against the Voice going? Good?”
”Now is there really any nee— oh, it’s you.” His demand was cut off in the recognition of Amalia, feathered and clawed she might be. Dipping into a mockery of a noble bow, Ronin shrugged the manta a little higher onto his arm. ”Welcome to Torchline, Amalia. How was the portal trip? How’s the fight against the Voice going? Good?”
