RONIN
"Liat Fux, huh," Ronin drawls as they walk past the sign, sceptical to say the least. Heaving a sigh, at least he supposes people have heard the tragedy from the festival within the Grounds, and are doing their best to move past it. With his arm around Remi's waist and a basket of cheese muffins in his other hand, the Huntsman is pleasantly surprised by how slimy this isn't. He hadn't really known what to expect from the Feverlands, honestly.
"Oh look - they're selling seeds," he murmurs as he leads them towards a table laden with food. Setting down his basket, Ronin swats at a dragonfly as it tries to collide with the side of his head, and turns to give the seed stall more attention. "Saplings, too. You think Mateo would like some?"
"Oh look - they're selling seeds," he murmurs as he leads them towards a table laden with food. Setting down his basket, Ronin swats at a dragonfly as it tries to collide with the side of his head, and turns to give the seed stall more attention. "Saplings, too. You think Mateo would like some?"
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
