No girls allowed?

A boys' club? Come, now. Ronin was hardly the cliquey type - it just so happened that all of the interest in the guild so far had been from... well. Guys. Granted he hadn't done much by way of getting the word out just yet, but that was because he'd had to clean the place up, persuade Vanya not to murder him for planning the whole thing under her nose, move them in... and then demon pumpkins had appeared, among a lot of other stuff. "Do I go by what?" Ronin's laughter was cheerful, echoing from deeper within the guildhall. If Edrei followed the sound she would find the ex-captain at one of the sturdy tables in the meeting room, a bit of charcoal in his hand that he had just set down. The table was scattered with long rolls of parchment - most of them seemed to be rough outlines of the areas he'd explored already, along with a few notes about landmarks and things to watch out for that weren't monsters. That wasn't what he had been working on, though. The paper on top held the outline of a woman in what looked like the Glade. A woman with starlight in her eyes. "What can I do for you? And please - just call me Ronin." He grinned. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.