stars in her eyes

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Come, now. You will make me blush," Ronin said quietly with a touch of his old charm. As Aoife smiled up at the goddess the guildmaster was filled with utter delight - it was the first time he'd ever seen her show an expression that wasn't curiosity or tears. That combined with Safrin's soothing effect on his body and mind both and he was practically putty in her hands, should she want to shape him. "People are saying she is blessed by Safrin already," he murmured. "At least... I assume that was you?" He nodded at Aoife and the cosmos which danced in her eyes. Unfortunately they could not speak about his baby forever. Ronin's eyes dropped to the ground at the mention of the Spire, and he nodded. "I do. Well. I plan to take out the monster that guards it. I cannot risk any others wandering into the path of that creature." He shook his head. "After that, though... rumours and myth and riddles aside, a lot of those I have spoken with seem to believe that the Spire is responsible for our entrapment here. And I would not like my daughter to grow old in a cage."