S E I J I
Perhaps Seiji is surprised only because he never knew many soldiers. In his mind, he pictures such people as gruff and stern. Not at all like this friendly man with the baby dragon. He feels a little more at ease, though, knowing at least a few people here are equipped to fight. If Ronin belongs to a guild, he must at least be an adequate soldier, as well. And he must have fellows there.
Seiji is silent as the big building rises above them, his dark eyes flitting over the outside with open curiosity. As Ronin pulls the door open and waits for him to enter, Seiji thanks him with a nod, then steps into the warmth beyond the threshold.
And it is warm — warmer than the outside air. Seiji notices that first. Then his eyes are drawn to the notice board just past the doors. He pauses there, his eyes skating over the various postings, before he continues on through the next set of doors. And then the real warmth of the room beyond, a fire burning brightly, tables and sturdy chairs. Seiji walks a few paces into the room and smiles. "Wonderful!" he says, his voice ringing with delight. He can only guess how long it took to set all this up. It must have been like the other buildings before, half ruined and falling to decay.
He is still very aware of his damp clothes, though, and he finds a clear space to set his apples down for the moment before shrugging off his coat and draping it over a chair. All the while he listens to Ronin speak, as he moves slowly to a place near the fire. The mention of the spire monster catches his attention more than everything else, though, and Seiji's head jerks around. "Have you seen it?" He asks. "What is it like?" The Spire. His fascination with that place had been put on a back burner while he prepared for Longnight, but now it simmers once more to the forefront.
Perhaps Seiji is surprised only because he never knew many soldiers. In his mind, he pictures such people as gruff and stern. Not at all like this friendly man with the baby dragon. He feels a little more at ease, though, knowing at least a few people here are equipped to fight. If Ronin belongs to a guild, he must at least be an adequate soldier, as well. And he must have fellows there.
Seiji is silent as the big building rises above them, his dark eyes flitting over the outside with open curiosity. As Ronin pulls the door open and waits for him to enter, Seiji thanks him with a nod, then steps into the warmth beyond the threshold.
And it is warm — warmer than the outside air. Seiji notices that first. Then his eyes are drawn to the notice board just past the doors. He pauses there, his eyes skating over the various postings, before he continues on through the next set of doors. And then the real warmth of the room beyond, a fire burning brightly, tables and sturdy chairs. Seiji walks a few paces into the room and smiles. "Wonderful!" he says, his voice ringing with delight. He can only guess how long it took to set all this up. It must have been like the other buildings before, half ruined and falling to decay.
He is still very aware of his damp clothes, though, and he finds a clear space to set his apples down for the moment before shrugging off his coat and draping it over a chair. All the while he listens to Ronin speak, as he moves slowly to a place near the fire. The mention of the spire monster catches his attention more than everything else, though, and Seiji's head jerks around. "Have you seen it?" He asks. "What is it like?" The Spire. His fascination with that place had been put on a back burner while he prepared for Longnight, but now it simmers once more to the forefront.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
