RONIN
Cian isn't what Ronin's expecting, but height is nothing to do with it - from the whispers he's heard of the man who sees all, who knows all, this conversational tone is not it. Whilst the Star hasn't realised he's been gearing up for an argument, it's evident from the flare of surprise on his face as he steps back to let the Eye exit his office. "Uh... sure," he murmurs, reaching up to scritch Sugar under the chin; the pale reptile trills a greeting to their new walking companion.
Turning to walk back the way he's come, he holds the door aside for Cian to go down the steps, following after him. Their footfalls echo off the stone walls, and Ronin's pace is easy, his hands moving to rest in his pockets. "Where would you recommend going first?" he asks slowly, shaken back into etiquette by this man of waistcoats and crisp, white shirts.
Turning to walk back the way he's come, he holds the door aside for Cian to go down the steps, following after him. Their footfalls echo off the stone walls, and Ronin's pace is easy, his hands moving to rest in his pockets. "Where would you recommend going first?" he asks slowly, shaken back into etiquette by this man of waistcoats and crisp, white shirts.
one more wish for you
