it's a long way home

Ronin was not so naive as to not notice the affect that the blight was having on him physically as well as mentally, and he gave Remi's hand a gentle squeeze as it slipped into his own. "Oh yes, the cloud thing. My hero of the hour that I treated rather poorly," he murmured, before thinking quietly to himself. "Fireside, I think," he said, rising to his feet; the burning and crackling longs might warm his clammy fingers, and dispel the scent of death that lingered around him. Providing Remi followed, Ronin would lead them into the guildhall proper and towards the hearth, where he could stoke the fire and sit before it to drink in the heat. "That cloud seemed intent on following me. I wonder if it's a new superpower of mine." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.