R O N I N
Ronin blinked down at his new array of fish friends, tilting his head and glancing to the glowstones as one of their tails flicked and splashed at them. "Oh, of course." As if it was the most normal thing in the world to respond to pleas for help by a bunch of fish in a magical pond, Ronin padded across the shore to where a few of the glowstones lay, gathering a couple up and returning to the waters.
He frowned, able to see - sort of - the something shifting in the deep dark beneath the water, and (careful not to hit any of the fish) he reached out to drop in the glow stones. They landed, one after another, with a satisfying plunk, and began to sink.
