we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"No dragons, snowballs or teleporting," Ronin says, his tone one of mock-lamentation as he starts to stroll back onto the path. It hasn't snowed enough yet to cover their previous tracks, so he walks in his own footprints as they meander their way back through the Celestine. It's peaceful, this walk, silent but for the crunch of their footsteps and their soft conversation. "Hmm?" he glances across to Tobi, flashing her a self-deprecating smile.
"Sort of," he says. "I don't think it was up to Safrin's expectations, which is what led to this current, mojo-less situation." With a shrug, Ronin forces himself to let it go. "It just means going back to basics. I have a lot of making up to do, I think, before I'm worthy of getting it all back. All the more reason to do that check up, I guess."
"Sort of," he says. "I don't think it was up to Safrin's expectations, which is what led to this current, mojo-less situation." With a shrug, Ronin forces himself to let it go. "It just means going back to basics. I have a lot of making up to do, I think, before I'm worthy of getting it all back. All the more reason to do that check up, I guess."
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
