and on to the glory at my right hand
Unsurprisingly, word about a giant, weird looking fyrhund in the Climb spreads quite quickly, and by the time the Taliesins make landfall in Torchline, it doesn't take much to get information about it and the heroes who defeated it. Rolling his shoulders as he heads to the Hanged Man - because even Ronin feels the exertion of flying non-stop down from the Cordillera - the Nova doesn't even check to see whether the bar is open before shouldering his way through the door.
(And unfortunately, if it isn't open, he might owe Flora a new lock and hinges for it with the way they'll crunch and break under the force of his entry).
"Flora?" he calls out, ruffing a hand through windswept hair and furrowing his brow as he glances around. "Sorry it took a while to get down here..."
(And unfortunately, if it isn't open, he might owe Flora a new lock and hinges for it with the way they'll crunch and break under the force of his entry).
"Flora?" he calls out, ruffing a hand through windswept hair and furrowing his brow as he glances around. "Sorry it took a while to get down here..."
ronin
