the things we hold are always the first to go
Steady on, it's only lunchtime, is what Ronin wants to say to the waitress, but of course he doesn't. He lets his eyes plunge all the way into her cleavage, the Star clearly liking what he sees. He's a little busy right now, though, so he merely lifts his glass in a cheers and settles back again to take a grateful sip. By this point, Cian has halted in his playing (and whilst someone like the Spyglass might have noticed the change in rhythm, Ronin does not).
Glancing across to meet the other man's eye, Ronin smiles over the rim of his glass. "Don't insult both of us, you know how," he murmurs. "I met with my husband in a shared dream and he told me as much. He said he met the Wraith on the borders between the Greatwood and the Grounds, and she told him." As for visiting the place, Ronin scoffs.
"Hey, I used to be king of that place," he protests. It's not a disagreement by any means.
Glancing across to meet the other man's eye, Ronin smiles over the rim of his glass. "Don't insult both of us, you know how," he murmurs. "I met with my husband in a shared dream and he told me as much. He said he met the Wraith on the borders between the Greatwood and the Grounds, and she told him." As for visiting the place, Ronin scoffs.
"Hey, I used to be king of that place," he protests. It's not a disagreement by any means.
