[Mini Event] Strangers in a Strange Land

Lanterns and candles cast the Temple in a warm glow, offset by the dying light that poured through its arched windows. Spreading the word was more difficult now than ever, but Ronin had tried with every drop of socialite blood in his body to get the job done. It had been days, and during that time a number of things had become abundantly clear. First, there was something fucking monstrous at the Spire and it had bitten a chunk out of him, and he thought people maybe should know about it. Second, they were not alone here. He'd heard talk of natives of the place but had not yet encountered any. There were, though, others like them. Other strangers dragged through from goodness knew where, like the Northaveners had been, but not necessarily at the same time. And it was entirely possible, too, that they knew more about this place. Third, there was a tavern now, so what better reason to get people together? Ronin had roped in the help from Vervain Calob for precisely that reason, and the huntress had brought up the very last of the stash of bottles from the Temple cellar so they could share it. Eat (ish), drink, be merry and - most importantly - be together. Clearing his throat, Ronin took a sip of his drink, savouring the warm burn that flared in his chest and throat, and smiled amiably around the large space. "Thank you for coming, even if it was by accident," he chuckled. "My name is Ronin Taliesin, formerly of Northaven. I'm a soldier, and in a past life I was a Training Captain in an army, but that matters little now, I know. What I do know is the importance of working together and being prepared. So if anyone is lacking combat experience, or would like any assistance in general, please don't hesitate to ask. I look forward to knowing you all." He raised his glass to them. ronin I'm done with having dreams The thing that I believe, oh You drain all the fear from me