just take your time wherever you go
As Ronin's voice echoed through the cave, Saiden glanced over his shoulder. He had to turn further than usual, what with the restricted vision and all. "The one and only," he called back.
Watching as the Dark Star placed his own offering on the altar, the cook shrugged. "I had much the same thought. And no need to thank me." He smiled at the other man. "I owe ye a debt I can't ever hope to repay."
Reaching up a hand, the Hali scratched the skin next to the eyepatch. He winced as it pulled at the still healing skin of the socket. "Lost a bet with a spirit," he grumbled, scowling at the memory.
Dropping his hand to his side, he turned so he could look at Ronin properly. "How's Remi? All healed up?" Saiden hooked his hands into the waistband of his shorts as he waited for the response.
Watching as the Dark Star placed his own offering on the altar, the cook shrugged. "I had much the same thought. And no need to thank me." He smiled at the other man. "I owe ye a debt I can't ever hope to repay."
Reaching up a hand, the Hali scratched the skin next to the eyepatch. He winced as it pulled at the still healing skin of the socket. "Lost a bet with a spirit," he grumbled, scowling at the memory.
Dropping his hand to his side, he turned so he could look at Ronin properly. "How's Remi? All healed up?" Saiden hooked his hands into the waistband of his shorts as he waited for the response.
