Not Ready To Be a Father

Usually Ronin wouldn't really ever have need to go to a bookmaker's, but he was after something... special, he supposed? His lady could chronicle with the best of them, and he wanted to start making a codex, he supposed, of the creatures he had encountered and how they might be dealt with. He could handle the sketching and Vanya could write the notes. But for that he needed a blank book, large enough for the purpose and leatherbound for longevity. So he arrived at Wordsworth Books - which wasn't a great distance from the guildhall, luckily - with all the best intentions and a dragon draped across his shoulders (Sugar was napping, at least, her silvery tail coiled about his neck so he couldn't go anywhere). It seemed polite to knock even though it was a shop, so Ronin did so before stepping inside. He smiled at the sight of Samuel, recognition sparking in his eyes, only for his gaze to flick to the kitten rolling about. He grinned. "A fine addition to the bookshop," he remarked. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving