a stern and stubborn rock

the things we hold are always the first to go

Ronin's mouth opened and then promptly shut again. No, he wasn't like anyone else he'd met since coming back from the dead. But then Remi was a unique case in this world, too - did that make him - them - something like the Voice? "Whatever I am, I don't think I am anything like you," he said softly, trying to keep his tone clipped and respectful, despite the uneasiness he felt.

Frowning to Amalia (and wondering how likely it was that the Voice was lying), Ronin let out a sigh. "That doesn't mean you aren't stepping foot in it now," he pointed out. "You have a shrine, in the Woodlands... something happened to the trees there. Is it not similar to the Greatwood blight?"