the wounds are open and bleeding out
"Hey. Hey. In my defence I had never done the whole guildmaster thing, or king thing," Ronin said with a grin. "I set you up for better things. You learned from my mistakes, eh?" He bounced his eyebrows at Remi, as if to say look, I'm living up to my Preceptor title.
It took a long time, even after the Alchemist confirmed he was alright, for Ronin to seemingly relax, and he was still gazing at the bruises every now and then as they spoke of Loren. "Then play him at his own game," he said gently. "Contact Halo. Express your worry. Warn the people about him. You can't ban him or murder him without reason - unless Sunjata or you really want to, I suppose. But you can make his reputation dirt. Merchants won't want to trade with him, the people won't want to mingle with him. Raza can make him unwelcome at the Hanged Man. However petty you want to get."
It took a long time, even after the Alchemist confirmed he was alright, for Ronin to seemingly relax, and he was still gazing at the bruises every now and then as they spoke of Loren. "Then play him at his own game," he said gently. "Contact Halo. Express your worry. Warn the people about him. You can't ban him or murder him without reason - unless Sunjata or you really want to, I suppose. But you can make his reputation dirt. Merchants won't want to trade with him, the people won't want to mingle with him. Raza can make him unwelcome at the Hanged Man. However petty you want to get."
THE
DARK STAR
