the things we hold are always the first to go
"Point taken," Ronin mutters with a raise of his eyebrow, and as Cian turns for his cigarette, the Star reaches out again for his drink. Apparently it's a day drinking sort of time, now. And as the Eye continues, he's very careful not to throw his glass at the Eye in the way he very much wants to, instead exhaling a long, slow breath which nonetheless suggests frustration. "Ah, because taking up one's frustration with gods is always so productive," he drawls, setting down his empty glass.
"You're right, Cian - I don't know the Order. I do know gods, though. You and your three hundred years should know better than to think I have a prerogative to do anything. The only reason I'm having this conversation with you now is because I have to be in Stormbreak. So if my work is here, it'd be damned helpful if someone would tell me what the Dragoons are for, so I can start doing my job."
"You're right, Cian - I don't know the Order. I do know gods, though. You and your three hundred years should know better than to think I have a prerogative to do anything. The only reason I'm having this conversation with you now is because I have to be in Stormbreak. So if my work is here, it'd be damned helpful if someone would tell me what the Dragoons are for, so I can start doing my job."
