RONIN
Ronin has no idea what usual means when it comes to these vines, but he's alert for any fuckery nonetheless. From his experience, everything in the jungle seems to want to mess with you to some extent, so it wouldn't surprise him if deadly and mildly annoying go hand in hand here. She's looking everywhere but for his part, Ronin sticks to looking at the floor; this way he can track the river and anything that might slither or crawl out to cause them a bad time.
To hear about her prior encounter with the vines, he can't help but wince in sympathy. "I hope you're alright now," he muses, only to have to halt as she suddenly turns and thrusts out her hands. She didn't catch his name because he didn't give it, but that's easily rectified. "I'm Ronin," he introduces himself, giving her hand a shake. "Nice to meet you, Maeve. I heard these herbs are to help someone who's sick at the Halenani?"
To hear about her prior encounter with the vines, he can't help but wince in sympathy. "I hope you're alright now," he muses, only to have to halt as she suddenly turns and thrusts out her hands. She didn't catch his name because he didn't give it, but that's easily rectified. "I'm Ronin," he introduces himself, giving her hand a shake. "Nice to meet you, Maeve. I heard these herbs are to help someone who's sick at the Halenani?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
