RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
Ronin's eyebrows raise - he wouldn't say most (if any) would describe meeting his husband as a pleasure but he's not about to disagree with the other man. "You have been busy," he observes. Leaders and generals and an assortment of Ascended, it seems. If nothing else, Ronin believes that Darkeye most definitely isn't biased. "Sure, go ahead," he says, gesturing for the notebook so the warpriest can write everything down. "Where would you like me to start? With myself, or with Stormbreak?"
The offer of services, while unexpected, definitely has Ronin's eyes lighting up, and it's with a smile that he lifts his mug in a cheers. "You have no idea how much Stormbreak would appreciate that," he says. "Any assistance you could give would be incredibly helpful, thank you. Our architect was killed when the Tower fell."
The offer of services, while unexpected, definitely has Ronin's eyes lighting up, and it's with a smile that he lifts his mug in a cheers. "You have no idea how much Stormbreak would appreciate that," he says. "Any assistance you could give would be incredibly helpful, thank you. Our architect was killed when the Tower fell."
show me your darkness.
