[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin nodded quietly as Remi promised to make the linens sooner rather than later, and watched with a small and sad smile as the alchemist cooed over his daughter. He injected some life back into a place that Ronin was sure would be dead forever, the guildmaster envying him in that moment for being able to interact with the infant with such ease and cheer. Aoife fussed a little as he placed her down in the basket, though she was soon soothed as he produced the stuffed dragon and seabird. "Definitely all three," he commented ruefully, smirking and moving for a moment to silently clasp Remi's shoulders in a silent and sincere thank you. "Okay, let's get to work," he said. Ronin stepped away, first to gather the kindling he'd put together for LongNight so he could bundle it all up to carry off to the fields later. Once that was done, he moved on to the rather more unpleasant task of clearing out the rotten food.