we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
Waving cheerfully back to his daughter, Ronin indeed wrestles the cart up to where the boat pieces and the other debris have been collected. He uses a couple of rocks to steady the cart lest it roll all over the place while they're loading it up, then proceeds to start the work. "I think that's a fine idea," he says of the bonfire, grinning to Seren as he summons his astral projection a second time to hopefully cut the work in half.
"Although, if we're going to make one, we'll have to make sure it's in a cove or around a rock shelf. The wind will be against us and anything we want to burn." He's been around for long enough to know that much, at least. Still, he presses onward with the work, and will happily take the cart down the beach when it's ready.
Ronin and his astral projection work to fill the cart with the collected rubbish. He's also content to be the one to wheel the thing down to the beach.
"Although, if we're going to make one, we'll have to make sure it's in a cove or around a rock shelf. The wind will be against us and anything we want to burn." He's been around for long enough to know that much, at least. Still, he presses onward with the work, and will happily take the cart down the beach when it's ready.
Ronin and his astral projection work to fill the cart with the collected rubbish. He's also content to be the one to wheel the thing down to the beach.
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
