[SE] they shine for you

Shaking hands and considering their question, Ronin's brow furrows - he hasn't ever considered that. (Also give it time - he'll soon prove to be quite the opposite of a scholarly type). "You know, I'm not really sure," he confesses with a lopsided smile. "The port is just down by the beach, though. I bet there are some clever sailors who might be able to answer your question." As for living in Torchline, Ronin gives a warm nod. "I used to live here," he explains. "I don't any longer, but it's always nice to come back and visit. You ought to see the sunrise, it's beautiful." And here he gazes over the Aumakua and beyond, as if to visualise the rays of light gently stretching across the grasses - which is about the time he sees the silhouettes of the ramphire. Eyes widening, Ronin steps towards them. "Do you see... gods," he breathes. "I'm so sorry - I have to go." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.