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"Excuse me? What a thing to say on my birthday." Ronin snorted. It wasn't his birthday (or was it?) but he knew it was probably around now, given that he distinctly remembered a number of celebrations in the summer months on his behalf. Really, he should just pick a day and do something with it. But that certainly wasn't the kind of thing to be thinking about currently. As Remi looked disdainfully at his own reflection rather than at Ronin, the hunter had to bite a knuckle to keep from laughing. Clearing his throat, he guided his friend out of the washroom and towards the stairs, giving Remi plenty of warning before they reached them. "Well, you're a magical item creator. Could you not make yourself something so you can be understood by non-Attuned?" he asked. "Failing that, just be a scarf if that's what you want. Sometimes you don't need to talk." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.