Ronové continued to pursue the sounds that led him away from the bustling, and otherwise unpleasant, town and after a long walk, his feet a little numb from the journey, he came across the sound occasional sound of crunched grass beneath strong wheels; which gave a distinct creak every third rotation. But more important than that were the voices of the people with it; two were men and the other was a woman, so much he could tell.<br/><br/>The blind man's head tilted up as the Ferryman addressed his humble form. He didn't find any humour in the man's statement. He turned his head to his left, feeling Iona's eyes staring at him. Once the Ferryman addressed him again he turned his head away from the woman. He had seemingly read his soul because he couldn't believe a normal person could know his thoughts at that particular moment.<br/><br/>But he couldn't deny it.<br/>He wanted very much to see the fruit of his wish, even if he could only partake in the auditory sense.<strong>"Very well."</strong>Ronové hopped up onto the side of the Ferryman's cart, resting his weary legs.<strong>"I don't know what you want in exchange but either way there's nothing of mine you can take that will make the slightest difference to myself."</strong><br/><br/>Even now Ronové could feel Iona's eye remain on his person. He looked towards her with what he imagined was a sharp glance.<strong>"Please stop doing that. It's unsettling."</strong>He then went rather quiet, holding his parasol tight and occassionally turning it as the wind became entangled in its ribs. He didn't know where this man was to go or what he wanted from him but it didn't matter really.<br/><br/>Everywhere in the world was the same in his eyes.