everything has its wonders
"Oh, well - that explains it at least." Ronin chuckles. "Do you get many visiting? As the only civilisation in the Feverlands, I imagine the people who find your cottage must be very pleased to see you." And that's an understatement and a half.
They continue up the trail and, at her repetition of Frey's name, Ronin offers her a small smile. "Have you ever met them?" he wonders, guessing that at the very least she must feel an affinity with Rae's herald. "It's something else, yeah. It's always blanketed in twilight, and there are enclosures where Frey puts creatures who are injured. They leave once they are well again." That's Ronin's understanding at least.
Heading in through the gates, he nods to Mildew and gestures for the path that they ought to take. "I do live here, but I'm not originally from Stormbreak. Or from Caido, in fact - I'm an Outlander. I've been here for... coming up to four years, now."
They continue up the trail and, at her repetition of Frey's name, Ronin offers her a small smile. "Have you ever met them?" he wonders, guessing that at the very least she must feel an affinity with Rae's herald. "It's something else, yeah. It's always blanketed in twilight, and there are enclosures where Frey puts creatures who are injured. They leave once they are well again." That's Ronin's understanding at least.
Heading in through the gates, he nods to Mildew and gestures for the path that they ought to take. "I do live here, but I'm not originally from Stormbreak. Or from Caido, in fact - I'm an Outlander. I've been here for... coming up to four years, now."
even darkness and silence
