Ronin had received the note easily enough - and, given that there was little reason not to help the Provost out, he obliged Jigano in coming to the shoreline at the time and day stated. Given that he was to be a guide, he'd actually deigned to put on boots and a shirt, strolling along the sands as though he hadn't a care in the world. (If only that were close to true). Deeply tanned from a LongHeat spent in Torchline, his blue eyes were brighter than they had been the last time he and Jigano had seen each other.
Still, it would be a lie to say that Ronin was entirely comfortable currently, raising a hand in polite greeting as Jigano came into view. Overhead, Sugar circled and dipped beneath the clouds, a quiet sentinel over the proceedings.
Still, it would be a lie to say that Ronin was entirely comfortable currently, raising a hand in polite greeting as Jigano came into view. Overhead, Sugar circled and dipped beneath the clouds, a quiet sentinel over the proceedings.
