endgame

One of these days, people would stop referring to Ronin as a captain. It had been near enough a year since he had been anyone's captain, after all. But at least they had stopped knocking at his door during working hours, as if the guildhall was just one big house. Then again, if there was anyone Ronin had been hoping would knock before entering, it was the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds. Luckily enough things were quiet in the hall - which was good, because it meant that he only had to explain the mess to Remi. By mess, of course, he meant the explosion of sharp icicles that blocked entryway to the great hall courtesy of Sugar, the dragonling swooping to land on Ronin's outstretched arm. His blue eyes were hard as he considered Edrei over the threshold, and though he knew it was probably good etiquette to bow, he wasn't really in the mood. "Yes, Your Highness," he said. "What is it?" RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.