birthday wishes

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin couldn’t help but smirk at Amalia’s obvious surprise, shrugging his shoulders to her. ”You never fought me before the Spire demon,” he reminded her with a good-natured laugh. It wasn’t something he thought anyone would be able to understand. Regardless of how far he’d come, how much he had learned - indeed, the new skills he had learned - he still stood in the shadow of the man who had died. Until he could step out of that shadow, he’d forever feel unfulfilled. Still, he wasn’t so negative as not to accept the goodwill for what it was, nodding gratefully to the baker. ”Thank you, Amalia. It’s difficult sometimes to remind myself of the things I have, compared to the things I lost. I always appreciate being nudged back onto the right path.” Speaking of right, and good, and his goddess, a pensive look suddenly passed across Ronin’s face. ”Amalia,” he asked, ”what do you think of Safrin?”