the baffled king composing hallelujah
Come, Cian says, and Ronin obliges, stepping into the Eye's office and clicking the door shut after him. He has to admit that the appearance of candles, of all things, after all the wonders shown to him by Stormbreak... it's a quaint surprise. Still, he approaches to stand before the desk and glance down at the sketches that Cian is poring over, tilting his head. "Planning an extension?" he muses, his arms linked loosely behind his back.
It feels almost like visiting the General of the Storm, back when he'd been nothing but a grunt worker for the Guard, except this time he's a little less eager to please and a little more savvy to the ways of the world. And to think there was an alternate reality somewhere, where Ronin Taliesin had become a Bloodfiend. "Forgive me, it's none of my business of course," he adds on, waiting patiently for Cian to be finished before speaking further.
It feels almost like visiting the General of the Storm, back when he'd been nothing but a grunt worker for the Guard, except this time he's a little less eager to please and a little more savvy to the ways of the world. And to think there was an alternate reality somewhere, where Ronin Taliesin had become a Bloodfiend. "Forgive me, it's none of my business of course," he adds on, waiting patiently for Cian to be finished before speaking further.
