[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Good thing I offered you wine as well as food then, isn't it?" Ronin said mildly and with a hint of his old camaraderie, having taken a seat beside the basket in front of the fire now, pouring wine into the two mugs and holding one up for Remi. "None for you though, madam," he tutted at the baby - Aoife was clutching the tail of the stuffed dragon in her little fist, though obviously she was far too young to know what to do with it or the wine. The news that Remi had lost his memories had the mug pausing halfway to Ronin's lips, the guildmaster fixing his friend with a concerned stare and tilting his head. "You are remarkably calm about this," he said. "How did you manage that, if you don't mind my asking? And I mean... who or what did you lose? Wait, that's a stupid question..."