Your move

Ronin scoffed at the memory of what had happened at the Notice Board in Northaven, though he suddenly wasn't in so much of a jubilant mood. No, there was a darkness brewing in him that was both cold and familiar in its anger, the hunter scowling down at the bedsheets as Remi continued. He shook his head. "She played you, Remi," he said softly, reluctantly glancing across at the other man. Not having expected the sudden lack of confidence, Ronin almost laughed. "You... what? She... Remi, you could have beaten her easily. You... she..." Huffing out a sigh, he shifted to sit cross-legged on the bed opposite the alchemist. "Never mind seeing me, Remi - have you looked at yourself lately?" he shook his head, equal parts sad for his friend and furious at the Launceleyn. RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving