[SEASONAL EVENT] empty chairs at empty tables

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "No," Ronin said softly, though he doubted Remi had seriously expected any other kind of answer from him. Quietly and carefully, he approached the wagon and set Vanya's body carefully in the back of it, where it was shielded by the kindling they would use as her pyre. He very nearly didn't let her go. From Northwind to Northaven to Caido, Ronin had always found strength in himself, but he had given it all away, it felt, to Vanya and their hopes and their dreams. It was a broken man who climbed back down from the wagon, circling around to check on his daughter (she was sleeping soundly for now) before falling into step with Remi. "Let's just go," he mumbled, glancing over his shoulder at the darkened guildhall and feeling a sudden, inexplicable hatred for the place, like it was to blame for the death that had occurred within its walls. Once Isla began to walk, Ronin would step alongside the wagon in silence, lost deeply in his thoughts.