RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Mm, and if you start them early enough, you can put the fear of the gods and your reputation into them," Ronin says with a crooked smile, and it's entirely unclear as to whether he's joking about it. Together they manage to work at both parts of the seam, and although Ronin's intention was to originally collect a few pieces of volcanic rock for his husband, coming home with rubies probably isn't going to lose him points either.
Hearing Tal out as he works along the seam with his own tools, the frown that darkens the Huntsman's brow is one of unwilling acceptance; because of course the courier is right, but he'll always hold himself to a higher standard than what he's achieved, especially for things like this. "Mm, they were masterful," he says. "Enough that she could make it look as though they weren't even there if she tried hard enough. I still don't know how I got through that fight."
Hearing Tal out as he works along the seam with his own tools, the frown that darkens the Huntsman's brow is one of unwilling acceptance; because of course the courier is right, but he'll always hold himself to a higher standard than what he's achieved, especially for things like this. "Mm, they were masterful," he says. "Enough that she could make it look as though they weren't even there if she tried hard enough. I still don't know how I got through that fight."
show me your darkness.
