the baffled king composing hallelujah
Ronin inhaled deeply at Amalia's words, unable to deny them their validity but equally not having to feel happy about it. Besides, what was all of this about him exploding? He wore a similar expression of confusion to Delah as he considered the baker, but blinked it away in lieu of wrapping up the already tense conversation.
"Any information we have I will ensure is shared with you," he said. "And any help we might give, too. Though I have no intention of doing any further damage to the Greatwood, so whatever happens, it would be wise to conduct it on the Outskirts, away from the trees."
With a respectful nod to what was, one way or another, a fellow soldier, Ronin held Delah's gaze. "Thank you for meeting with me. I hope to live beyond Deepfrost, that you might believe my name worth remembering." A wry smile.
"Any information we have I will ensure is shared with you," he said. "And any help we might give, too. Though I have no intention of doing any further damage to the Greatwood, so whatever happens, it would be wise to conduct it on the Outskirts, away from the trees."
With a respectful nod to what was, one way or another, a fellow soldier, Ronin held Delah's gaze. "Thank you for meeting with me. I hope to live beyond Deepfrost, that you might believe my name worth remembering." A wry smile.
