R O N I N
A guild was like a shop. Right?
Right.
Ronin was still bruised, still bandaged, and the place - well, places - where the Spire Demon's teeth had sunk into his flesh were still healing, causing a stiffness and discomfort in his right shoulder that he was doing his best to ignore. The first few days in this new world had been unkind to him to say the least, between nearly losing his life and having to find a roof to put over his and Vanya's head in the pouring rain. (It didn't seem like they should be of similar merit, but they were).
But the new life budding within the woman to whom he'd given his heart was all the motivation he needed to dust himself off and get himself grounded. The Storm Guard was no more - any title he'd earned wasn't worth the paper it wasn't even written on. And besides, what was a Training Captain with no army to train?
Even if there were no soldiers, though, that didn't mean there weren't any enemies. They just seemed to take the form of horrific monsters instead of humanoids right now. So here he was. He'd placed his notice on the board like the others before him, and now all there was to do was wait.
The building he had chosen for this would-be guild was appropriately decrepit, and a little ways out from the other existing shops - and for good reason. Something was growling very menacingly indeed from within the boarded up structure. Undoubtedly they would need to fight it to get access within. Appropriate, no?
There are two open spots in this Personal Quest! Who wants to fight a spoopy monster?
1. Remi
2.
