R O N I N
Ronin had been getting warm, first and foremost, but as his eyes slowly adjusted he realised that there was more to this domed structure than he had first expected. The ex-captain frowned, tilting his head and narrowing blue eyes as if to concentrate further, but before he could head deeper into the building a familiar voice rang out. However, no matter how familiar - and even though the voice had called his name - Ronin still bristled, whipping around with an arm raised in a defensive block. He softened, of course, at the sight of
"I couldn't sleep," he said by way of explanation. He imagined that was why the Launceleyn was out here too. Though I doubt many people can. I feel better patrolling." Besides, before leaving Northaven ('leaving' being a term he used loosely at best) he had hardly been in top shape. Yes, that likely meant he should be taking better care of himself now more than ever, but... whatever.
"I wasn't looking for anything, but I think I found something regardless." He smiled at his friend, especially as he summoned forth the qilin - the warmth and light were appreciated, allowing Ronin to lower his torch a little. He beckoned Loren in the direction he'd been looking. "This place is full of books," he remarked.
