is there a price to burn this paradise?
"The one and only," Ronin drawled, tossing Amalia a lazy salute for her trouble and moving as if to saunter past her; why she wasn't getting her lazy ass on her feet was beyond him, and he (obviously) didn't care enough to ask yet. Down on the shoreline was a small cart, within which lay two other cloud manta corpses, their gems similarly burrowed out for later sale or use.
As for how he got here, pray tell? "Exiled by Safrin as far as I know. I haven't visited any shrines to be bothered to find out for sure. Landed on the beach with Remi and my daughter's little broken body, and that's been about it from there. How about you? How did you get here?" As if they didn't both already know, but since they were asking those sorts of questions, whatever.
As for how he got here, pray tell? "Exiled by Safrin as far as I know. I haven't visited any shrines to be bothered to find out for sure. Landed on the beach with Remi and my daughter's little broken body, and that's been about it from there. How about you? How did you get here?" As if they didn't both already know, but since they were asking those sorts of questions, whatever.
