[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "You wouldn't think that such a small creature could make so much shit," Ronin commented, joining Remi in tossing all the rotten food outside with the dragon poop. Little did the guildmaster know that, like small dragons, tiny babies also possessed the same talent. That could remain a surprise for the time being. Once the guildhall was clear of anything rotting or stinking and a clean, sweet draught was billowing through the open windows, Ronin swept up and around the tables and chairs, and mopped too. Only once he was finished with the floors did he approach the linens that Remi had made, his gaze softening as his fingers ghosted over the fabric. "I think she'd love them," he murmured, feeling suddenly and inexplicably thirsty for booze. He refrained, of course, but that didn't mean the feeling wasn't there.