R O N I N
"Sorry I'm late..." Ronin's voice echoed from down one of the corridors - the one leading to the infirmary, funnily enough. He wasn't injured, at least; on the contrary, the guildmaster hadn't looked this well in some time. He was dressed against the snow and the ice, his newly acquired gauntlet on his left hand and the glove he'd named Snakebite on his right. The Temple was lit in soft tones and he smiled as he spotted his two friends.
"Rory, I'm glad you could make it. As Remi said... a lot has happened." He had heard about Wessex, though. He'd been the one to peel Edrei's insides up off the guildhall floor and wait for a healer to put them back in her. Blinking quickly to rid himself of that delightful image, he took a deep breath and let it out again. They may as well start now, and see what came of this meeting.
"We're here to try and pool as much information we can about the Spire and the monster that guards it," he said, loud enough that it might carry to those still arriving. "We'll start by sharing what we know and any other developments that might have since occurred." He flexed his gauntleted hand. "But I believe that soon we'll be able to face the creature again. And win."
