RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin doesn't have need of notes - he understands Cian in the way of one soldier understanding another, lifting his orders from the other man's cues as if they were standing on a battlefield. And they are, sort of, the Star nodding and rising to his feet. "I'll make as many inquiries as I can," he murmurs, tucking his chair in and glancing around at the rest of the table.
"The offer is still there for anyone who needs training," he advises the Order, even as he's making his leave. "And if anyone needs anything in the meantime, you can find me at the Dragon's Nest. Be careful out there." The smile he shoots them is carefree, but it doesn't nearly reach his eyes, and in a few short steps the Star is gone.
Ronin out!
"The offer is still there for anyone who needs training," he advises the Order, even as he's making his leave. "And if anyone needs anything in the meantime, you can find me at the Dragon's Nest. Be careful out there." The smile he shoots them is carefree, but it doesn't nearly reach his eyes, and in a few short steps the Star is gone.
Ronin out!
show me your darkness.
