the things we hold are always the first to go
Offering Sunjata a softer nod of greeting, Ronin did not shrug off the hand on his shoulder. His mind was stormy and that much was written across his face, the Dark Star gazing upon the ruin of the temple and swallowing hard. Well, Safrin had told him that it needed a facelift. And that was especially true now. ”I’ll do better at heavy lifting,” he told Jata, surprising no one. With a cursory glance to the rest of the group (he half recognised Maea and that was about it), Ronin stepped forward and grabbed a shovel.
He worked methodically, and whilst the graft was hard and caused muscles to burn and strain in his arms and back, there was something cathartic about it as well. Shovelling rubble into a cart nearby, Ronin would wait until it was full before hauling it away to be dumped somewhere or else disposed of by magical means. And then the cycle started again.
Ronin chooses removal, and gets straight to work with a shovel.
He worked methodically, and whilst the graft was hard and caused muscles to burn and strain in his arms and back, there was something cathartic about it as well. Shovelling rubble into a cart nearby, Ronin would wait until it was full before hauling it away to be dumped somewhere or else disposed of by magical means. And then the cycle started again.
Ronin chooses removal, and gets straight to work with a shovel.
