[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin smiled to Bastien as he inspected the painting, chuckling to him. "A memory," he confirmed, "of her ship." He nodded across at Vanya, and no sooner had he mentioned his lady when his new acquaintance floated away to admire her work as well. He arched an eyebrow at their next 'task', so to speak, the guildmaster moving to join Vanya, accepting his glass and winking at her. "I could get to like this place, if you take your shirt off all the time," he remarked. Taking a seat on a comfortable pile of cushions and inviting Vanya to lounge with him, he sipped at his drink and heard Remi out, hiding a smile as his answer was undoubtedly the same as the osprey's. He tried - he really did - to think of something he missed from Northaven. But he just... couldn't do it. "We came from a prison, like this one but gilded," he murmured. "I miss the people I've lost... but I will always miss them. I'm sorry, I don't suppose that was the answer you were looking for." He chuckled.