the wounds are open and bleeding out
If only Ronin could spend all of his time sitting at Safrin’s shrine, or walking the perimeter of the Temple where people were nearby. But that wasn’t what this week was all about, so the Dark Star set out to patrol the Sanctuary.
Luxere gathered in their herds, helping to light the way, and Ronin of course had his own set of antlers to see by. He had just helped an older man from his home to the house where his son and family were staying; ensuring that he arrived safely and that nothing gnarly went inside with him.
Now that the task was completed, Ronin set out to walk the streets. His eyes were peeled and his ears were sharp for any noise that might indicate someone in trouble. Who knew whether that someone would be him, if his luck turned sour.
Luxere gathered in their herds, helping to light the way, and Ronin of course had his own set of antlers to see by. He had just helped an older man from his home to the house where his son and family were staying; ensuring that he arrived safely and that nothing gnarly went inside with him.
Now that the task was completed, Ronin set out to walk the streets. His eyes were peeled and his ears were sharp for any noise that might indicate someone in trouble. Who knew whether that someone would be him, if his luck turned sour.
THE
DARK STAR
