RONIN
THE FALLEN STAR
Ronin’s smile was a little wan and sad at the reminder that he and Remi had been through a lot. He felt it keenly, the weight of all they had done and seen and suffered, and Kiada had the right of it - the Hollowed Grounds simply had too many attached memories for him to feel anything but a sense of unease in the place. Still somewhat lost in his thoughts, Ronin raised an eyebrow as the Harpy mentioned... taking over from him at the guild?
His smile was bright and sudden, like the sunshine after a storm, and he nodded slowly to her. “I think you would make a fine guildmistress,” he said, softly and honestly. “The mantle is yours, if you’d have it. I used to have a book where I had sketched and written about all the things we had encountered. Unfortunately the fire took it, but I’ll write down all that I remember for you. I’ll put something on the Notice Board after LongNight too, so that people know.”
His smile was bright and sudden, like the sunshine after a storm, and he nodded slowly to her. “I think you would make a fine guildmistress,” he said, softly and honestly. “The mantle is yours, if you’d have it. I used to have a book where I had sketched and written about all the things we had encountered. Unfortunately the fire took it, but I’ll write down all that I remember for you. I’ll put something on the Notice Board after LongNight too, so that people know.”
now don’t you lose hope
I swear I never dream that we’re alone
I swear I still believe but I don’t know
