[SEASONAL EVENT] [OPEN] Sticks and (Glow)Stones

what. Alistair would get exactly what he expected (wanted?) when Ronin finally turned to put some more firewood into the sled. To the guildmaster's credit he didn't shout or react too dramatically - Ronin gave a sharp inhale and flinched back from the sled, the light conjuration ring on his finger flaring to life. Aided by the glow of the stones as well, the two men were bathed in a halo of light that allowed Ronin to recognise in the stranger on his sled Alistair's familiar posture. "The hell do you think you're doing, slinking around like that?" His voice was playfully chastising and still a touch shocked. "You scared the shit out of me, Al. How'd you get so sneaky? And what's with the mask...?"