"Well, because," Ronin said, with all the wisdom of a man lying through his teeth, "Jata has germs, Seren. You'll just end up smelling like whiskey, and that will reflect badly on the both of us." Smirking at the other man, they meandered onto the streets in the rain. The suggestion of breakfast didn't seem to phase his daughter, but since Jata had agreed Ronin nodded and led the way towards said stall. It didn't escape him, his daughter's bare feet, and he resolved to make sure she got some sandals before the end of the day as well. 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: 59 - Dext: 72 - Endr: 58 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
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