[RE] the bleak

Ronin had seen her, in truth. His life as of late had been little more than guesswork and rumours (or so it felt) - Roana had been arrested, Roana had attacked Sam, and so on. He’d been intending to go and visit her in the cell, but LongNight had come too soon, and so the guildmaster had resigned himself to a sincere apology and yet another sad admission that he had been late. But then he had seen her in the guildhall. At first an assumed illusion - because Ronin was hardly his best self being cooped up in the guildhall at LongNight - he had ignored it. But at realising it really was Roana, he had... what? Done nothing? Obviously. Mutiny was easy to kindle in an enclosed space, and revealing the presence of an apparent fugitive would only set a spark to that fuse. She was safe, and that had been enough. Was safe. The scene that greeted him was nothing short of monstrous - Ronin brushed past the others; Deimos, Amalia, the children, and ran to Remi and the dying former captain. Starlight burst from him in fractured waves, riding on the ripples of his emotions, and he swore under his breath as he found himself on his knees beside her. ”Take them in,” he called, obviously meaning the children. They didn’t need to see this - he could already feel the sight of it working its fingers into his brain, storing the nightmares away for later. Roana’s words belatedly filtered through and into his mind. Burned? ”I can’t burn you, Roana.” Even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. There were plenty of torches and sconces around them. Any one would do. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.