R O N I N
Wessex was dead. A new god - literally a New God - had been discovered by name of the Voice. Ludo had advised them that the Spire and the Ascended were keys, perhaps, to their freedom. And the Spire Monster burned. The information filtered through and into the ex-soldier in waves, Ronin standing quietly by as others joined them to listen, to speak, to add to their growing pool of knowledge. He nodded to
"I plan to kill it," he said, his tone frank and without bravado. He glanced betwen Remi and
"I met a goddess here too, since we are on the subject." Ronin addressed the gathering crowd. "Safrin. She assured me of her assistance, and gifted me with something that should apparently prove useful against the monster." So saying he held up his left hand, wrapped in the gauntlet so recently obtained from Safrin. The pendant against his chest felt warm, and he smiled softly.
He arched an eyebrow as
He didn't even spare
