RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin shrugged and spread his hands, as if to say that there was nothing for Wessex to really apologise about. He was useless right now, or as good as, but at least he could still think in straight lines and with a soldier's mindset. So even if he couldn't help in practice, the theory was golden. "I agree with Deimos," he said. "LongNight is the closest approaching threat, given that the Fae aren't openly hostile and we already have plans in place to speak with them."
In reality, he was worried just as much about the Voice as he was the Longnight, but that would not do to say here. So instead, he smiled between Wessex and Deimos (and the stranger).
"There are training grounds at the back of the Monster Hunter's Guild," he said. "You can use it for whatever you like, and you're welcome to host meetings there as well. I'll send out feelers, see if any existing hunters would be interested in joining as volunteers as well."
In reality, he was worried just as much about the Voice as he was the Longnight, but that would not do to say here. So instead, he smiled between Wessex and Deimos (and the stranger).
"There are training grounds at the back of the Monster Hunter's Guild," he said. "You can use it for whatever you like, and you're welcome to host meetings there as well. I'll send out feelers, see if any existing hunters would be interested in joining as volunteers as well."
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
