RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Mm, not exactly," Ronin says, narrowing his eyes as he knocks at a part of the seam he's working on. His crack occurs very nearly at the same time as Tal's which undoubtedly contributes to Boreal's surprise, and he offers the dragon an apologetic smile as he works some chunks of gemstone free. "Back where I came from in Northaven, I was part of the army there. Captain of Training," he explains.
"So while I didn't really have apprentices, I worked close with new recruits. Tried to do the same for Stormbreak, but with the war so close and so much happening, I'm not sure it worked." And he still feels the urge to go back to it sometimes, especially now that the world has put itself to rights (it seems), but he knows it would likely bring more responsibility than he's willing to commit any more.
Smiling to hear the praise but taking it as sheepishly as one might imagine, Ronin shrugs a shoulder. "I was certainly more paranoid about it moving forward. The Tower still fell, though, so I can't ever say it was a winning situation for me."
"So while I didn't really have apprentices, I worked close with new recruits. Tried to do the same for Stormbreak, but with the war so close and so much happening, I'm not sure it worked." And he still feels the urge to go back to it sometimes, especially now that the world has put itself to rights (it seems), but he knows it would likely bring more responsibility than he's willing to commit any more.
Smiling to hear the praise but taking it as sheepishly as one might imagine, Ronin shrugs a shoulder. "I was certainly more paranoid about it moving forward. The Tower still fell, though, so I can't ever say it was a winning situation for me."
show me your darkness.
