"He's not the only one by the look of it, either," Ronin remarked of Soot as Ashe took a long pull from her flask. He accepted it as it was offered nonetheless, taking a drink and tipping it to her in a toast before handing it back. Ronin knew well the allure of numbing ones senses, and without the General of the Storm to mind his back it was easy to fall back into old habits. Not that he thought it was a bad thing or intended to go off the rails - Ronin had been too uptight back in Northaven towards the end, and the stress of it was damaging him. He could only give a bashful smile and a shrug at her remark; time would tell if it really suited him, but there was no hiding how pleased he was about it. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you. |
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the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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