No girls allowed?

Ronin couldn't help it, the laughter spilling from his lips at Edrei's exaggerated gestures and oh-so-clearly salacious behaviour. "Do you, now," he said smoothly, tucking a thumb into said belt and raising his eyebrows right back at her. "Well, I suppose I will just have to accept being the sword from now on, then," he said. "I cannot wait to tell Vanya." She'd probably cackle as well and congratulate Edrei on her wit and spill a hundred details about his, er, sword. In fact Ronin was certain, the more he thought about it, that Vanya and Edrei would probably get along very well indeed. And that was terrifying. He conceded that the guildhall was not covered in nearly enough dead things. Pretty things, though... Ronin motioned to the sketch of Safrin behind them. "Are you not appeased?" he inquired. "As for the dead things, you're a hunter now, Launceleyn. Your first job is to find something to put here and mount on the wall." She could take that how she would. In fact, Ronin was almost counting on it. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.