everything has its wonders
Ronin's brow furrows, as if to ask how one is meant to change their fortune if it isn't either good or bad, or if it can change to begin with. Blinking, he decides against questioning it (because his head already hurts), and instead goes along with Mildew's suggestion. "Alright, that sounds good. We'll go to the White Hart where you can find a place to stay, and I'll get you a drink from the bar." He doesn't have anything on for the rest of the afternoon, anyway.
Wrinkling his nose, he isn't sure how much to say given that all of Frey's less generous experiences all belong to Remi. "They haven't been particularly friendly to my husband," he says, settling on that diplomatic response. "But it is more his story to tell. I don't doubt that they have a good heart, though."
Raising his eyebrows and meandering now down a few steps so they might make their way to the Silk Houses, Ronin flashes her a grin. "Why, whatever could you mean?" he drawls, knowing the answer full well.
Wrinkling his nose, he isn't sure how much to say given that all of Frey's less generous experiences all belong to Remi. "They haven't been particularly friendly to my husband," he says, settling on that diplomatic response. "But it is more his story to tell. I don't doubt that they have a good heart, though."
Raising his eyebrows and meandering now down a few steps so they might make their way to the Silk Houses, Ronin flashes her a grin. "Why, whatever could you mean?" he drawls, knowing the answer full well.
even darkness and silence
