RONIN
However they had gotten inside, whatever had happened - the guild was gone and burnt, but they were all out safe. Distant hopes of being able to give Roana a proper send off for her boys faded now - still, at least she was cremated within the guild, and the monsters would not be able to use her corpse for foul play. He prayed, anyway. Giving a gruff nod to Wessex as they sidled through the door into the Temple, Ronin was hassled and numb, but otherwise much better than he had been the last time he’d done such a thing during LongNight.
“I don’t think we suffered any casualties,” he advised the Queen, already following after Remi with his daughter. Aoife, for her part, all but clung to her father, starlit eyes wide with shock, her cheeks smudged with soot. But they were alive. Two LongNights here, but they were still alive.
“I don’t think we suffered any casualties,” he advised the Queen, already following after Remi with his daughter. Aoife, for her part, all but clung to her father, starlit eyes wide with shock, her cheeks smudged with soot. But they were alive. Two LongNights here, but they were still alive.
one more wish for you
