[PQ] Dionysus Reborn

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "You need a hand there?" Ronin's voice was a friendly chime through the door behind Remi; the guildmaster had seen the sign, and while he couldn't confess that he was much into the hedonism aspect, he'd met Bastien previously and they shared a similar devotion to Safrin. So he'd headed home, collected his own charcoal sketches of the goddess (all but the one hung above the hearth in the guildhall - that was personal) and brought them along to share with this new club... gathering... whatever. He certainly considered them beautiful, but if anyone asked he would of course joke that the beautiful thing he'd brought was himself. The parchments were rolled neatly and tucked under one arm and the charcoals were safe in a box in his pocket, giving him one hand free to help. Not that he could do much with the crate, unless Remi wanted to give it to him outright to hold. "I could help to drink them?" he said eventually, smirking at the bottles he spotted.