[RE] Sanctuary

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving He had held on for as long as he could. For as long as she could. But she was hungry, and it was cold, and he couldn't feed his daughter and she would die in his arms too if he didn't make a decision. So, leaving his companions to care for the guildhall and the tragedy that lay within (he didn't want Vanya to be alone, and it was absurd and he knew it), Ronin bundled up and set out into the long, long night. And he had made it, too. With a dreamfish hovering at his shoulder and madness biting at his heels within and without, he had reached the Rathskeller doors. But they wouldn't open, and Ronin had tried, and she had begun to wail in his arms, but they weren't going to let him in. Until they did. Gaunt, with eyes tired and red and haunted, Ronin staggered into the Rathskeller with his daughter bundled in a blanket against his chest.