"I wonder, then, whether or not you will need to prepare the houses still - board up the empty ones, so it looks the same as it usually would during Longnight." All strange, what-if questions, but then that was all they seemed to have when it came to the eerie phenomena around the Hollowed Ground at Deepfrost. His brow furrowed as the bard explained his reasoning, and he smiled in bitter understanding; some simply would not leave their homes. He had been one of them, when Vanya had died.
"And this year, if they convince you both to open the door? If they knock and pretend to be you, while you are out and singing?" he asked, not intending to bring Jigano down. But they were considerations that needed to be made. With a soft snort at the image of a raven nesting in his glowing antlers, Ronin shook his head softly. "I have had plenty of practice, I assure you," he said. "I should be good, when the time comes."
"And this year, if they convince you both to open the door? If they knock and pretend to be you, while you are out and singing?" he asked, not intending to bring Jigano down. But they were considerations that needed to be made. With a soft snort at the image of a raven nesting in his glowing antlers, Ronin shook his head softly. "I have had plenty of practice, I assure you," he said. "I should be good, when the time comes."
