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Ronin had been asleep. And between someone kicking his fucking doors open and calling his name, he was not the only one who woke up either. The howl of a crying baby would reach Edrei before anything else, followed by the unhappy screech of a dragonling dragged from her slumber. In the darkened guildhall a white, lithe shape leapt to the pillar nearest where the Launceleyn stood, jagged teeth bared, ice blue eyes ready to attack. Only Remi's presence saved her from imminent battle. Not knowing who or what was happening, Ronin had no choice but to let Aoife cry for now, and he jumped the last few steps to rush into the entranceway, barefoot, stripped to the waist and incredibly ruffled. The curse that left his lips at the sight of the unconcious alchemist might have even been enough to make Edy blush, and he gazed up at her questioningly even as he dropped to kneel beside Remi and attempt to bring him around. "What the fuck happened?" he asked over the baby's screaming. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving