RONIN
Arching an eyebrow, Ronin couldn't hide his interest in the giant tortoise-like creature that Amalia described. A world on its back...? Living on memories? Well, if he hadn't been interested to go into the Spire and look for such a creature before, he definitely was now. "It sounds like something otherworldly," he remarked, smiling across at the baker and stepping back once the cakes were all turned out, the room filled with the sweet scent of them.
He had heard, vaguely, of this Delah person, but as of yet Ronin had little to do with the Greatwood other than the occasional exploration. "Ah, because of the tulmhainar in the woods?" he guessed, smirking at the treats they'd made. "If you start handing these out, you'll probably have people queuing up to go with you!"
He had heard, vaguely, of this Delah person, but as of yet Ronin had little to do with the Greatwood other than the occasional exploration. "Ah, because of the tulmhainar in the woods?" he guessed, smirking at the treats they'd made. "If you start handing these out, you'll probably have people queuing up to go with you!"
