Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets A bit, indeed. Ronin smirked back at his friend and let his hand slip from Remi’s shoulder. He’d been through hell and back since arriving in the Hollowed Ground, he knew that much, but not quite how bad it had been or the number of things that had happened. A heavy feeling sat low in the pit of Ronin’s stomach, and he promised himself that he would keep a better eye on the alchemist from now on. ”While I hesitate to say that offering yourself up as a snack to any Ascended is a good idea, it sounded like it brought you some peace for a while. Maybe hunting with a pack is the key to getting the lion in you under control for good.” Ronin grinned and shrugged. Worth a go, right? Nodding in agreement, the guildmaster arched an eyebrow as the movement caused his hatchling to tumble from his head. He caught her in his hands, where she proceeded to coil her tail around his wrist to stay secure. ”I feel like that answer is linked to the Spire, just as our escape is. But I am surprised, with the number of gods people have encountered, that no one from Northaven has thought to ask how we got here... myself included.”