the baffled king composing hallelujah
It's a shame that Ronin can rarely think of anything but war, given who he is and what he's expected to do, and privately he can only be pleased that the Greatwood hasn't yet been touched by his draconic starfire. Still, he's happy to banish those thoughts in lieu of smiling back at Melita, letting their companions go about their mischief while they speak. "I don't blame you - I imagine this is a pretty nice change of scenery. How are things in Torchline?"
Humming his agreement about the houseboat - it really was quite quaint, and he hasn't been quite this content in a long while - Ronin unfortunately can't say the same about Stormbreak. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs a bit. "It's a beautiful place," he says. "Quite grey, but wondrous in its own way. But I think I enjoyed it there because I had to, you know?" He hadn't been stationed there by choice. "Have you been?"
Humming his agreement about the houseboat - it really was quite quaint, and he hasn't been quite this content in a long while - Ronin unfortunately can't say the same about Stormbreak. He wrinkles his nose and shrugs a bit. "It's a beautiful place," he says. "Quite grey, but wondrous in its own way. But I think I enjoyed it there because I had to, you know?" He hadn't been stationed there by choice. "Have you been?"
