RONIN
the darkstar
The summons reaches Ronin halfway around a circuit of the training grounds, causing him to peel off and continue his run along the cobblestones to the Tower. With sweat beading on his brow and the Deepfrost cold rolling off him, he steps into the meeting room and ruffles his hand back through his dark hair. Dressed in naught but sweatpants and a grey t-shirt, the Star looks stunningly out of place.
Still, he offers a quiet nod to those he knows (at this point, it's most of them), and sidles into a seat besideAmalia. If he gets too close to the table where they are all talking, he might say something out of place. He might even throw a punch or two. It's better this way, to listen from afar, to get his orders in full view of the door, that he might escape right away.
Still, he offers a quiet nod to those he knows (at this point, it's most of them), and sidles into a seat beside
