we shall heal our wounds, collect our dead
"Like here, but rainier." Ronin drawls, lifting the drink that Raza brings in a toast and taking an experimental sip. It's good - all the drinks in the Hanged Man are good - but he's not sure that she's the type to join the Dragoons. Which beggars the question as to why she's here, because Ronin likes to think his notice has been quite clear.
Then someone else shows up, and Sugar lifts her head from around his shoulders to huff a breath of cold air at the newcomer. Had the pale dragon known thatLocke has issues with her size maybe she'd not be quite so welcoming. "You're at the right table," he says, offering out one of the other drinks already on the table for Locke to help himself to.
"They're a militia in Stormbreak. Accepted only, because of the dragons. Hence... dragoons." He grins. "Soldiers and their companions learn to fight in tandem. You much of a fighter?"
Then someone else shows up, and Sugar lifts her head from around his shoulders to huff a breath of cold air at the newcomer. Had the pale dragon known that
"They're a militia in Stormbreak. Accepted only, because of the dragons. Hence... dragoons." He grins. "Soldiers and their companions learn to fight in tandem. You much of a fighter?"
THE DARK STAR
and continue fighting
