Ronin
welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
tell me your nightmares and fantasies
It does, in fact, annoy and amuse Ronin in equal amounts, and just for the snark, he doesn't tell Remi about a patch of ice he's just managed to grip himself across using his appropriate footwear. "Well," he begins, starting to hike up a sludgy, muddy incline, his torchlight dancing along the forest floor, "I need some water from the river, some moss from a west-facing tree, and a mushroom called a Funeral Bell."
Bobbing his eyebrows at the wendigo, he reaches out without thinking (and with a gloved hand, luckily) to offer some help to the top of the incline. He's taken off Remi's chain the second they were out of sight of the complex, but they've had a good walk to hopefully stretch his legs and get rid of any latent murdery inclinations. They'll see, anyway.
"Also some hawthorn, juniper and holly. And the antlers of a stag."
Bobbing his eyebrows at the wendigo, he reaches out without thinking (and with a gloved hand, luckily) to offer some help to the top of the incline. He's taken off Remi's chain the second they were out of sight of the complex, but they've had a good walk to hopefully stretch his legs and get rid of any latent murdery inclinations. They'll see, anyway.
"Also some hawthorn, juniper and holly. And the antlers of a stag."
sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream
