you've long seen your downfall, spelled out in another's bones
Despite the nostalgia that still tugs at his bones from standing in the Hanged Man, Ronin has to admit that Flora has done a stellar job with the refurbishments. Smiling as he looks the place over (and trying not to be too pleased that she's actually asked for his help with something), he nods his understanding and thinks hard for a couple of moments. "I used to know someone who worked in bar security," he says quietly. "She would have probably suggested punching first and never asking questions, but... well. She could carry it off well."
Alas, there is no more Edrei Launceleyn to triumph over the Rathskellar and the VlamVloed - and the spike of guilt and horror at the memory that he'd been the one to kill her has Ronin promptly changing the subject anyway. "So you'll mainly be behind the bar, right?" he asks, nodding for her to go ahead and stand behind it if that's the case.
"I don't know any pressure points, sorry, but there are a few things you can do to get people to calm it the fuck down. You got your feathers with you?"
Alas, there is no more Edrei Launceleyn to triumph over the Rathskellar and the VlamVloed - and the spike of guilt and horror at the memory that he'd been the one to kill her has Ronin promptly changing the subject anyway. "So you'll mainly be behind the bar, right?" he asks, nodding for her to go ahead and stand behind it if that's the case.
"I don't know any pressure points, sorry, but there are a few things you can do to get people to calm it the fuck down. You got your feathers with you?"
RONIN
