RONIN
"The tar pits?" Ronin hasn't heard much about the Wilds in their entirety, only that they span long distances through the areas he knows about. And they are, for the most part, ridiculous and dangerous in ways that make the likes of the Greatwood look tame. "It sounds like you've been on quite the adventure, and we're only a week or so out of LongNight." He smiles, but it doesn't really reach his eyes.
Hopping over a vine (just the regular kind, luckily), Ronin is oblivious to the recognition he receives, accidental or otherwise - either that or he's just so used to it that it doesn't feel like something that merits surprise anymore - and instead occupies himself with watching the river race by. "Ah, of course. I almost forgot about them," he confesses. "If I'd known you'd had so much trouble out here, though, I could have just taken a description and gone to get these herbs myself. I'd not want you to end up back in the pits on my account..." However it seemed to be happening.
Hopping over a vine (just the regular kind, luckily), Ronin is oblivious to the recognition he receives, accidental or otherwise - either that or he's just so used to it that it doesn't feel like something that merits surprise anymore - and instead occupies himself with watching the river race by. "Ah, of course. I almost forgot about them," he confesses. "If I'd known you'd had so much trouble out here, though, I could have just taken a description and gone to get these herbs myself. I'd not want you to end up back in the pits on my account..." However it seemed to be happening.
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
