"I only know what those in Torchline have told me, and they might well be rumours. I've heard that it grants wishes to those who throw shiny things in the Miana Pool." Ronin shrugged as they ambled along. "Though I'm sure there are those in town who know more. Perhaps you and your Loreseekers can petition the sailors and merchants to tell you their stories, that you could write them down." Winking, Ronin led them up the beach now towards where the wagon resided in its leafy foliage.
Giving a small nod at Jigano's thanks, Ronin wasn't really sure what to make of the impromptu song, but he shot the bard a sharp look and a crooked smile for his trouble. "I'd prefer there not to be a refrain at all!" he said, and perhaps there was a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Leave me out of your legends and tales, bard."
Besides, they had reached the wagon now, and Ronin all but rushed inside to make the trade, worried that Jigano would start belting out the chorus of his new melody.
Giving a small nod at Jigano's thanks, Ronin wasn't really sure what to make of the impromptu song, but he shot the bard a sharp look and a crooked smile for his trouble. "I'd prefer there not to be a refrain at all!" he said, and perhaps there was a hint of a blush on his cheeks. "Leave me out of your legends and tales, bard."
Besides, they had reached the wagon now, and Ronin all but rushed inside to make the trade, worried that Jigano would start belting out the chorus of his new melody.
