RONIN
The day after Remi had been brought home, half dead, blurting tales about Zariah Launceleyn and what exactly she had made him do... well. It was a safe assumption that the Ronin who rose with the dawn the next morning was in no mood to waste time or leave anything to chance. Remi had set off before sunrise, he knew, to the Wishing Wagon, and Ronin was free to find the one person he felt would be able to talk to him on the level with this one.
Too bad all those he spoke to advised that Roana Steadman had set off for the labyrinth.
So that was exactly what Ronin did, too.
It was already heating up, the hunter squinting up at the towering hedges and taking a slow, deep breath as if to prepare himself for what might be inside. Across his back was a bow and a quiver of arrows - he was trying something new, what could he say? And dying as a brawler... well, perhaps he ought to change tack for future fights. "Roana?" he called as he headed inside, hoping she wouldn't be too far.
Too bad all those he spoke to advised that Roana Steadman had set off for the labyrinth.
So that was exactly what Ronin did, too.
It was already heating up, the hunter squinting up at the towering hedges and taking a slow, deep breath as if to prepare himself for what might be inside. Across his back was a bow and a quiver of arrows - he was trying something new, what could he say? And dying as a brawler... well, perhaps he ought to change tack for future fights. "Roana?" he called as he headed inside, hoping she wouldn't be too far.
don't close your eyes
something beautiful is still alive
something beautiful is still alive
