"Ah, I know the feeling. My guildhall was in a similar state of disarray. And guarded by stone golems, too." Ronin shook his head, smiling at the memory and glancing over his shoulder for a second to watch as Sugar and Isuma tumbled about. He left them to their frolicking, following after Jigano into the warm darkness, into the scent of tea and paper and sweet pastries. Instantly his mouth started to water. "You certainly have succeeded in making it welcoming." He chuckled, rubbing at the back of his head as his stomach gave a tell-tale rumble.
Still, there was much to talk about on both sides, apparently, and Ronin smiled gently to the other man before letting out a soft sigh. "It was a trade," he said simply. "A good friend of mine traded with the god of death for my life. When the Voice brought her here, to this world, she was... immortal, I suppose you could say. She gave it up, so that I could walk this world again. So Safrin plucked me down from the sky where I was quite comfortably existing as a star. Now I am... I don't know quite what. Not quite a man, not quite a god, according to Safrin."
Still, there was much to talk about on both sides, apparently, and Ronin smiled gently to the other man before letting out a soft sigh. "It was a trade," he said simply. "A good friend of mine traded with the god of death for my life. When the Voice brought her here, to this world, she was... immortal, I suppose you could say. She gave it up, so that I could walk this world again. So Safrin plucked me down from the sky where I was quite comfortably existing as a star. Now I am... I don't know quite what. Not quite a man, not quite a god, according to Safrin."
