[Training] addicted to pain

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "It was a surprise for Remi," Ronin said with a warm smile as he thought about his friend, the guildmaster leaning against a nearby fence since Roana had been kind enough to let him try to put his legs back together before they continued. "But he's doing good, I think. As well as could be expected, after I showed up at his door, anyway." He chuckled, eyes lighting up as his fellow ex-captain spoke about her brood of boys. "I can barely imagine," he said, sounding both amused and pleased that she and her family were doing so well. "I only have one, and she's more than enough right now!" Carefully stretching out his calves and rolling his ankles, he listened carefully to what she said, especially about Safrin. And even then, he gave her a small smile, reaching out to clap her on the shoulder. "If there is blame to be had then we bear it together," he said simply. "You may have finished it, but I kicked it off and then had the audacity to die and leave the mess in your lap." Sure, it was fine to be lighthearted about it now. But Ronin had no doubt that, at the time, it had been fairly horrible. Still, as Roana mentioned a council he tilted his head, intrigued by the prospect. "Maea," he repeated, unsure if he had ever met the woman personally, but committing her name to memory nonetheless. That being said, he hadn't expected Roana to volunteer him for a position. "Hey, whoa. Are you sure? She approached you for it, Ro."