like the way it used to be

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Since his jaunt in the smugglers' tunnels with Bastien and Rexanna, his old friend (and since when had Bastien gained that strange status?) had been on Ronin's mind. It might explain, then, why the hunter sent an invite to him, asking if he might like to drop by one evening at the R&R wagon where it was settled on the beach. It was a near permanent fixture these days, since Remi and Ronin had stopped running from their problems and each other. When the Ascended arrived, if indeed he decided to come, it would be to find Ronin lounging on the sand next to a merrily burning fire, a roll of parchment in his lap and a piece of charcoal in hand so he could sketch. He was outlining the leafy canopies infringing upon the shore, the slope of the beach, the glittering ocean... and a figure walking towards him. Let's see if he could tell the future in his sketches.