one and only

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ashetta had left him at the guildhall entrance, the morning light streaming down upon him, catching in his dark hair and on the blue cloak he wore (he'd return it to the assassin later). But still, Ronin couldn't quite bring himself to... what? Knock? Open the door? This was his home, but he... it just didn't feel... Snorting and shaking his head, Ronin gazed down at himself. Still stark naked but for the cloak and the borrowed tunic from a man he had only met for about five seconds, he couldn't really imagine looking more ridiculous or more perfect to step back into Remi's life. At least his modesty was somewhat covered by the tunic and cloak, he supposed. Clearing his throat and taking a deep breath, he reached out to knock the door. He didn't have keys anymore.