we live in a world someone else imagined
Humming an agreement that didn't seem to require any further words, Ronin strolled along and stole glances into a few other puddles, seeing memories and mysteries alike. Whatever his fortune turned out to be, he was sure it would be a lot more interesting when it wasn't deep inside a puddle somewhere. "I will leave you to it, I think. If we are to make our own fortunes in the world, mine lies somewhere towards the Stonesong for now."
Giving the other man a respectful nod, Ronin hopped over the last of the puddles and began to meander back through the trees. "It was good to see you, Deimos. I'm glad that you didn't punch my head off. Well, more than once anyway."
Giving the other man a respectful nod, Ronin hopped over the last of the puddles and began to meander back through the trees. "It was good to see you, Deimos. I'm glad that you didn't punch my head off. Well, more than once anyway."
the dark star
