R O N I N
Sparkwhat?
Ronin had read the notices, he'd pet the luxere, he knew where to find food and fuel... but this was something else entirely. The guildmaster had been headed from his hall to the Rathskeller, in truth, hoping to haggle for some supplies for the coming LongNight, when he spotted the perch...ish. Sort of.
Actually it just looked like a jumble of nothing right but Rory, Amalia and Samuel were all gathered there - as natives to the place, he thought they might know what was going on.
In fact someone was already petitioning Rory - the only person Ronin didn't know, in fact - and he smiled as he sidled up next to Samuel, listening as Amalia's voice rang out to them.
"Well this certainly is exciting," he remarked, stamping some of the snow from his boots and burying his hands in his pockets. "Need a hand? It looks labour intensive to say the least."
