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ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin’s also looking sharply around at the sound of distress that warbles out towards them, and he steps away from his husband to follow after him. The mound of driftwood looks almost as if it has arranged intentionally, like some weird bonfire yet to be lit, but the Star knows better. His astral projection splits off from him to jog around the pile of timber, while Ronin pauses to crouch down before it, trying to see the source of the noise. ”I think it’s a cloud manta,” he says to Remi, recognising the cry from back in his darker days when he used to hunt them for sport. ”It must have gotten separated from its herd in the storms.” Now it’s sad, and the mournful noise it makes tells them just what it thinks about the situation. ”We’ll have to be careful if we want to get it out. The wood could fall and crush it.”