follow my lead

Remi had not been at his shop when Ronin went to stop by for a favour. And he hadn't been in any of his usual other haunts, either; it was only when the guildmaster dropped by the Rathskeller to see if he was working that he had been informed that his friend had nearly died in a mixture of increasingly unpleasant ways. Cut to ribbons by a bear, crushed by a dome of dirt, extensive surgery after losing so much blood already... Ronin's footsteps were soft as he made his way through the ward, having snuck in while the waiting area was empty (obviously) and feeling a little... ominous, really, peeking into rooms and through curtains as furtively as possible so he could find Remi. The guildmaster was dressed to be out and about in the snow, in truth, clad in sturdy boots and with a scarf wrapped about his nose and mouth. Sugar, for once, was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't mean Ronin was without companionship. More on that later. Finally locating the alchemist, Ronin slipped into the room and pulled down his scarf, blue eyes flickering over the bed as if to gauge the state of his friend. "I just heard," he murmured softly, as if to explain his sudden appearance. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving