RONIN
"Mm, I only found it odd because of all the shipwrecks," Ronin admits, though he supposes Maeve is probably right. Anywhere with this many wrecks and no active sailing is likely to be a ghost town. "Oh?" He tilts his head, though it isn't all that strange for people to stay put, especially in a place like Torchline. "Well, at least we were zapped somewhere relatively safe," he says. "It might have been the desert, or somewhere very cold."
In fact, out here under a blanket of stars that's just starting to peep through, things are relatively peaceful. Ronin glances across in time to see Maeve wince, and he shuffles to sit up a bit more and pats the side of the boat. "I'll stay up to keep watch for a bit," he suggests, "if you want to lay down and get some sleep. I imagine those leaves you weaved together will be more comfortable than the floor."
In fact, out here under a blanket of stars that's just starting to peep through, things are relatively peaceful. Ronin glances across in time to see Maeve wince, and he shuffles to sit up a bit more and pats the side of the boat. "I'll stay up to keep watch for a bit," he suggests, "if you want to lay down and get some sleep. I imagine those leaves you weaved together will be more comfortable than the floor."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
