the things we hold are always the first to go
It was getting on in the afternoon, and the guildhall was stifling from the LongHeat sun beating down upon it. All of the windows were open, and when Ronin answered the door it was with a rosy cheeked and unhappy Aoife in his arms, the majority of the hunters having left for cooler pastures by now. Still, at the sight of Amalia he did manage a smile, though it wasn't as bright as perhaps it could have been. (Partially because of recent events and partially due to the heat).
"You don't have to knock. Just walk on in, it's usually open," he assured her, stepping aside to let her inside. "What can I do for you, Amalia? Sorry about how warm it is, I'm trying to air the place out. Great for Deepfrost, not so good for now, it turns out."
"You don't have to knock. Just walk on in, it's usually open," he assured her, stepping aside to let her inside. "What can I do for you, Amalia? Sorry about how warm it is, I'm trying to air the place out. Great for Deepfrost, not so good for now, it turns out."
