Sound the alarm [OPEN]

Given the late hour, one might have assumed that Ronin would be winding down for the night - but old habits didn't die, it seemed, and he was still pottering around the ground floor of the guildhall. He'd just hung the portrait of Safrin that he'd sketched above the hearth where the fire was crackling merrily and suffusing the building with warmth, and now he was seated at one of the largest tables. Before him lay a variety of salvaged weapons, Ronin doing his best to get them into working order. Then the sound of the doors opening in the foyer echoed in to him and the ex-captain was on his feet in moments, blue eyes flashing dangerously. He positively prowled to the entrance way, though his demeanour utterly changed at the sight of Edrei. All colour drained from his face and he stepped quickly to her side, taking quick stock of her injuries. With a sinking stomach, he swore he recognised them. "What happened, Edy?" he asked quickly, already drawing his shirt up and over his head so he could fold it and apply firm pressure to the wound in her side. TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST