the things we hold are always the first to go
It was a little bit traitorous, this example of them all working together. It called back to times Ronin would rather forget - and in all seriousness, were it not for Sunjata and the fact that Safrin had all but whipped him into being here, he’d be drunk on a beach somewhere. (I mean, he planned to be after this, but at least that made him useful right now). Heaving the stone across the floor with Quanil, he offered a nod of greeting in reply.
”Ronin...” His introduction was cut off by the sudden flailing and slipping, and the hunter found himself an unlikely prop. Even more unlikely - Quanil’s antics drew a laugh from him, and he shook his head. ”Perhaps the rest of this task is better approached together,” he said, looking to Sunjata as if to ask what he would have them do next.
Ronin offers himself as a prop to keep Quanil standing and looks to Jata for further instruction.
”Ronin...” His introduction was cut off by the sudden flailing and slipping, and the hunter found himself an unlikely prop. Even more unlikely - Quanil’s antics drew a laugh from him, and he shook his head. ”Perhaps the rest of this task is better approached together,” he said, looking to Sunjata as if to ask what he would have them do next.
Ronin offers himself as a prop to keep Quanil standing and looks to Jata for further instruction.
