Pendant Associates

"You weren't to know. Consider it forgotten." Ronin smiled back to the barkeep, nodding to him and holding out his hand (the one without the gauntlet on it) for the other man to shake. "My name is Ronin, by the way. It's good to meet you. Relaxing onto his barstool, he settled down with his ale and wiggled the fingers on his gloved hand; it barely felt as though he was wearing it, but he supposed that came with having it bestowed upon him by a goddess. His fellow pendant-bearer's question was a very good one, and Ronin chewed his lip thoughtfully as he considered his answer. "Perhaps it is," he agreed. "But whatever it is doing there, it poses a danger to any who wander close to the Spire. I... my family is about to gain an addition, and I would like this world to be one less monster by the time they arrive." He shrugged. "Not only that, but... having spoken to the natives here, the Spire seems to be associated with the barrier that is keeping us inside this place. Perhaps if we can investigate it without getting torn to pieces, we can find out more..." TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST