RONIN
the darkstar
light is easy to love.
"Thank you," Ronin murmurs with a smile that softens, little by little. His metaphorical hackles lower and he offers a companionable nod to Darkeye. "As they say, nothing worth doing is easy, right? It might not be a simple thing to achieve, but I'd rather try than do nothing." Such is the burden of those with good hearts, or so they say.
"I wouldn't expect much of an answer," Ronin admits when it comes to speaking with Amun and Wessex. "To be frank, the less contact I have with them from here, the better. I don't want war, but I won't stand by and let an attack happen."
Sitting up in his seat, Ronin stretches his arms above his head. "I suppose that covers the attack, Stormbreak and the Order. Do you have everything you need, or would you still like to know about me?"
"I wouldn't expect much of an answer," Ronin admits when it comes to speaking with Amun and Wessex. "To be frank, the less contact I have with them from here, the better. I don't want war, but I won't stand by and let an attack happen."
Sitting up in his seat, Ronin stretches his arms above his head. "I suppose that covers the attack, Stormbreak and the Order. Do you have everything you need, or would you still like to know about me?"
show me your darkness.
