[ME] so it has come to this

Ronin had known this was coming before the official announcement, and it still brought dread low and heavy in the pit of his stomach. The notice - quickly followed, he might add, by a list of royal decrees that were positively Northaven in nature - spoke of an iron fist, of tyranny, of bigotry in motion. The hunter had to force himself to relax and let out a long sigh when he realised his jaw was clenched tightly enough to make his teeth creak. Shaking out his clenched fists, he took a few steps back from the notice board, reading it over and over and over again. Enlistment? Monthly reports? Banned from the Greatwood? "This is bullshit," he muttered, not quite under his breath. RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.