is there a price to burn this paradise?
“You are most welcome,” Ronin cooed back at Remi, folding his arms and watching curiously as he took the schematics back out for them to peruse. “Not quite born in uniform, but I may as well have been,” he said through a chuckle.
“My parents - my mother especially - had my brother and I enlisted in the guard since before we could walk or sign our names.” He shrugged - sad to have one’s fate decided, but not altogether uncommon for the likes of a family such as Ronin’s. ”She was convinced we would earn our renown in the army.” And the Taliesin family would go down in history (and get richer and closer to the king, naturally).
Gazing over the schematics, he nodded agreement regarding the outside of the wagon. “I’d like that. I’ve had quite enough of sticking out for a while.”
“My parents - my mother especially - had my brother and I enlisted in the guard since before we could walk or sign our names.” He shrugged - sad to have one’s fate decided, but not altogether uncommon for the likes of a family such as Ronin’s. ”She was convinced we would earn our renown in the army.” And the Taliesin family would go down in history (and get richer and closer to the king, naturally).
Gazing over the schematics, he nodded agreement regarding the outside of the wagon. “I’d like that. I’ve had quite enough of sticking out for a while.”
