Unhappy Customer [Open]

At the nod of acquiescence, Ronin slid onto the barstool opposite and sipped at his own ale, comfortable despite himself and the clear social awkwardness that still prickled the air between them. The former captain was a social creature at heart and he always had been - while certainly not oblivious, he had learned enough in his time (and he had made enough blood mistakes) to know when to bite and when to fold. His new companion was clearly irked by their intrusion into this world - something he absolutely understood, and would have rectified were he able to - so the least he could do was not seem utterly useless or overly dominant. A fine tightrope to walk, indeed. She asked about the place he'd come from and a faint smile crossed his face as he stared into his mug. "It was called Northaven," he supplied for a name. "Similar in some ways but very different in others. There was a large wall around the settlement, and creatures would attack. There was magic, like here, but it was a lot different in nature. And it was very oppressive, in a lot of ways. I didn't realise how trapped I was until I opened my eyes here." TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST