Ronin sighed internally, relieved to see Edrei and Elyna get to work with as much swiftness and reliability as ever. They were successful too, it seemed, and the captain hopped down from the boulder he'd been standing upon just in time to spot some familiar faces approaching with the rest of the crowd. He offered a smile to Vervain and Remi, and as Loren stepped forward Ronin hugged the Launceleyn back tightly, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze as they stood back from each other.
"It's good to see you," he murmured back to the librarian, smiling weakly. "I don't know how many more of us there might be, or how we got here. But no one seems to be hurt, so the next step seems to be to find some shelter." It was starting to rain, after all.
Struck by a sudden idea, he glanced toKoel and tried to hail the other man's attention. "Overseer - are you able to fly around this spire and see if there's anywhere nearby we might be able to go?" Hopefully the eagle's eyes would find somewhere suitable so they weren't standing in this dusty plain, out in the open.
Just as he'd made that suggestion, a frighteningly familiar voice rang out behind him. Ronin turned, confusion written clear on his face as blue eyes fell on a captain he'd known to be dead with such certainty that he'd... well. He'd taken up the role in his stead. Captain Moses-Joel Perfetti stood, hale and whole as though death had never touched him, and if the other man was bemused by the situation, it was nothing to how Ronin felt.
"What-- how are you-- is this where you've been all this time?" he asked Joel - from Northaven's perspective, after all, he'd simply vanished.
"It's good to see you," he murmured back to the librarian, smiling weakly. "I don't know how many more of us there might be, or how we got here. But no one seems to be hurt, so the next step seems to be to find some shelter." It was starting to rain, after all.
Struck by a sudden idea, he glanced to
Just as he'd made that suggestion, a frighteningly familiar voice rang out behind him. Ronin turned, confusion written clear on his face as blue eyes fell on a captain he'd known to be dead with such certainty that he'd... well. He'd taken up the role in his stead. Captain Moses-Joel Perfetti stood, hale and whole as though death had never touched him, and if the other man was bemused by the situation, it was nothing to how Ronin felt.
"What-- how are you-- is this where you've been all this time?" he asked Joel - from Northaven's perspective, after all, he'd simply vanished.
