Pierce
Pierce’s amusement is abundantly clear in his gaze as he watches the demigod and shakes his hand, watching with quite content as his lie is absorbed easily. Yes, he’s unassuming, never mind the strength that becomes more and more obvious that radiates from the stranger. It wasn’t often someone of such strength was out and about and nobody knew about them. But at any rate, perhaps he’d simply lived under a rock.
“Mm, about the same.” He says of King’s End. It was no Greatwood, yet, but Dahlia had her talons sunk into the ruler there anyway. He’s content with the way things are.
He does, however, shake his head at the mention of heading to the Jack Tar Landing, wishing to remain by these strange bone bridges much longer than Ronin would prefer. “I intend to stay a bit longer. Do enjoy yourself, though.” He says, waving off the demigod so that he might return to rest on the side of the bone bridge, scouting out for that large creature yet again.
- FIN
“Mm, about the same.” He says of King’s End. It was no Greatwood, yet, but Dahlia had her talons sunk into the ruler there anyway. He’s content with the way things are.
He does, however, shake his head at the mention of heading to the Jack Tar Landing, wishing to remain by these strange bone bridges much longer than Ronin would prefer. “I intend to stay a bit longer. Do enjoy yourself, though.” He says, waving off the demigod so that he might return to rest on the side of the bone bridge, scouting out for that large creature yet again.
- FIN
