It's just the trauma talking

Ronin flashed her a bright grin as she said she was in - if that was all she could manage then that was enough for him, for now. Because of course the guildmaster still had plans for his talented sister. Of course he did. But Ashetta needed time, and in truth so did the guild. It didn't look like they were going anywhere, after all... speaking of which... "If you haven't noticed, Ashe, we were all dropped into this ruin of a place. None of us know what our lives are now, and we're all trying to figure it out." It was just easier for some of them, apparently. "I can fit into different. I managed it for myself back in Northaven, and here actually seems a bit easier." He chuckled, reaching across to clasp her shoulder warmly, standing up from his seat so he could lean in and plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Now let's enough of this morose talk. I'll show you around, including the place where I'll hand your ass to you tomorrow. Come on." Ronin would step out from the table, stretching mightily and proceeding to give Ashetta the grand tour of the place and its grounds. It felt good, just to walk and talk with her again, like old times. He felt, perhaps, that he could shoulder some of that weight she was carrying. If only for a little while. {END THREAD} RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.