R O N I N
It was late, but Ronin couldn't sleep. How could he, when there was still so much left unanswered? The ex-captain found himself wandering rather than resting, scouting the parameters of the Sanctuary where they'd attempted to make shelter, a torch in hand and his coat buttoned up to his chin. The cold worked ruthless fingers into him and he soon sought shelter indoors, not that it made much of a difference to the temperature.
Still, even if one side of this domed building was left open to the elements, it was still out of the wind. Ronin turned up his collar with one hand and held his torch aloft, arching an eyebrow. He didn't think he'd been here before.
