[SWE] The Festival of Lights

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Things had gone from calm to chaos in a matter of moments. The second the lights went out Ronin had risen to his feet, all conversation and thoughts of breaking bread and making lanterns gone. There was something ominous about the blackness, something solid, and while it was punctuated by the bonfire and a single, solitary light, he still couldn't make himself feel at ease. Then suddenly they could all see again, and a crowd had gathered around a stranger and... Ashetta. Old habits never really died, and the soldier in Ronin reared its head as he cut through the festival to reach the people standing silently around Kalt and Ashe, and as the wolf appeared with bared teeth he held up his hands, standing just a few feet behind the two of them. "Wait," he said quickly, his voice carrying across the crowd. "This doesn't look... right."