RONIN
THE DARK STAR
"Friends are not a thing you do, and yet you are friends with Maeve?" Ronin knows by now that Phoebe is no longer the madame of the Halenani, and honestly. All the power to Maeve. "I can't say I'm surprised, though. She does have a habit of making a friend out of anyone she sees." Perhaps it had been simpler for them because they'd literally been stuck on the road together, though. Anyway. "You're quite right. It is good for teamwork."
He can only shrug to the other man at the remark about the gods. "You could argue yes, I suppose. I am pious enough for Safrin, and that is all that really matters in her books." But they're talking about food now, and Locke is about to find that both Ronin and his companion are very much religious followers of the act of eating; Sugar has already looked up from around Ronin's shoulders, keen to listen in on this conversation.
Eleven, huh? Damn." He almost makes an off colour remark about how Locke's parents must not have had many hobbies, but thinks better of it. "It would be my pleasure to show you the kitchens. And for the record, bribery gets you everywhere." With a chuckle, Ronin leads them into the barracks now. It's all cold, grey stone and the smell of leather and steel, at least when you first step inside.
"There's very little I don't like, honestly. What's your specialty?"
He can only shrug to the other man at the remark about the gods. "You could argue yes, I suppose. I am pious enough for Safrin, and that is all that really matters in her books." But they're talking about food now, and Locke is about to find that both Ronin and his companion are very much religious followers of the act of eating; Sugar has already looked up from around Ronin's shoulders, keen to listen in on this conversation.
Eleven, huh? Damn." He almost makes an off colour remark about how Locke's parents must not have had many hobbies, but thinks better of it. "It would be my pleasure to show you the kitchens. And for the record, bribery gets you everywhere." With a chuckle, Ronin leads them into the barracks now. It's all cold, grey stone and the smell of leather and steel, at least when you first step inside.
"There's very little I don't like, honestly. What's your specialty?"
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
