R O N I N
Ronin made a sound best described as a squawk as the snow was stuffed down the back of his shirt, the guildmaster's back arching comically as he waddled forward to try and free himself of the cold stuff. "You're a damned witch, Ashetta!" He laughed, the sound strained and breathless as he shook out his shirt. Once he was reasonably sure he only had the minimal amount of snow melting into his clothes, he turned to regard the Assassin in Blue.
"Madam spy." He nodded to her as if it were some noble title. "Me? Oh, you know. Following you with the intent of starting a snowball fight. Sorry, Soot, by the way." He directed that at her hood, like the tipsy little spider would hear.
"No, I was tracking a deer," he said in truth, smiling. "I've seen one of those Luxere creatures twice now, and I thought I might be onto another one. Have you seen them before?"
