RONIN
"I could," Ronin said slowly, softly. "But I think it might be better coming from you, given how much you already know about this. You've been to the Sidhe Village - you've met Delah." He tried a smile for her - Ronin had, after all, done quite enough meddling in the Hollowed Grounds for a lifetime. (Two lifetimes, if you took into account that he was back from the dead). No, he had his own work to do; namely, getting himself to a standard where he could approach Safrin with his head held high.
His smile faded at the mention of the Spire Demon, Ronin nodding softly. "So I've heard. This place... all of it, I... well. It makes you wonder how long it might take until the rest of Caido catches wind of this." If they hadn't already. Because Ronin was hardly delusional enough to believe that the whole world was just the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood.
Her awkwardness is endearing, Ronin finding himself grinning without intending to. "Oh? Why, thank you," he quipped in return, glancing over the cakes they had made and smirking to Amalia. "So - should I take some of these home and report back to see whether they were a success? I've no doubt they will be."
His smile faded at the mention of the Spire Demon, Ronin nodding softly. "So I've heard. This place... all of it, I... well. It makes you wonder how long it might take until the rest of Caido catches wind of this." If they hadn't already. Because Ronin was hardly delusional enough to believe that the whole world was just the Hollowed Grounds and the Greatwood.
Her awkwardness is endearing, Ronin finding himself grinning without intending to. "Oh? Why, thank you," he quipped in return, glancing over the cakes they had made and smirking to Amalia. "So - should I take some of these home and report back to see whether they were a success? I've no doubt they will be."
