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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving “Probably,” Ronin agrees. “But I can’t promise that you won’t get blisters on your heels sometimes. The best boots need to hurt for them to be worn in properly.” He winks. He doesn’t know if that’s necessarily true, actually, but it’s true for him at least. They march onward into the quiet of the night, and though they will eventually come to the barracks, Ronin doesn’t seem to be in any hurry. Why should he be, when he can finally spend some time with his daughter? “Ah, I see,” he says of her little pocket island. “Then we’ll make sure you’re kitted out with a room, so you’ll have a place to lay your head and to call your own.” As for where he lives? Ronin nods towards the Pacifist Plaza which is some way behind them now, blanketed in shadow. “Remi, Mateo and I live in a little apartment above Remi’s alchemy shop back there. It’s called the Mortar and Pestle. You should drop by when you get the chance.”