I will fight the end
It was a difficult thing, this coming back from the blight business. Ronin felt as though everything he had been doing and planning and aiming for was like sand falling between his fingers. Like he couldn’t remember his place, or what had been important (besides Remi and Aoife of course) in the time leading up to the madness in the woods. He and Wessex had been planning to bring in an envoy to deliver messages regarding what had been happening between them, but that hadn’t happened yet.
Then there was everything with the Fae, with the Voice, with LongNight, with the Spire... frankly, for someone who had become pale and gaunt in his own right over the past few weeks - though Ronin likely still had nothing on Loren - it was all a bit much. So when the Launceleyn made his way into the guildhall, it would be to find it mostly empty, mostly quiet and tranquil. Hunting in the snow was a fool’s errand, and whilst the guildmaster hadn’t been involved, per say, in the preparations, he knew it was more important to get the hall ready for LongNight.
Ronin was just coming in from the training grounds out back when Loren snooped further inside, stamping the snow for his boots and glancing up at the unfamiliar black smudge on the edge of his vision. Dressed in fur and leather, with snow in his hair and a brightness in his eyes that had been lost for some time, Ronin might have looked how Loren imagined he would, coming back from the wilderness. But it might be too late for that reunion now.
Then there was everything with the Fae, with the Voice, with LongNight, with the Spire... frankly, for someone who had become pale and gaunt in his own right over the past few weeks - though Ronin likely still had nothing on Loren - it was all a bit much. So when the Launceleyn made his way into the guildhall, it would be to find it mostly empty, mostly quiet and tranquil. Hunting in the snow was a fool’s errand, and whilst the guildmaster hadn’t been involved, per say, in the preparations, he knew it was more important to get the hall ready for LongNight.
Ronin was just coming in from the training grounds out back when Loren snooped further inside, stamping the snow for his boots and glancing up at the unfamiliar black smudge on the edge of his vision. Dressed in fur and leather, with snow in his hair and a brightness in his eyes that had been lost for some time, Ronin might have looked how Loren imagined he would, coming back from the wilderness. But it might be too late for that reunion now.
'til the end is here
