Not Ready To Be a Father

The little kitten was adorable, and Ronin straightened back up as Sam scooped her into his arms where she settled with relative ease. "The bats, you say? That is quite something..." Especially given how small she was. The guildmaster found himself smiling at Mia; she was a little survivor, by the seems of things, and if she was able to hunt the bats then there was no reason to disbelieve she wasn't able to get her own food now. "Hm? Oh! Yes, I did." He grinned, remembering the reason for his visit. "I am hoping to make a codex of all the creatures we have come across in the guild so far. A blank book, large enough for annotations and illustrations, hopefully long lasting... and I thought there was no better place to come." RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving