[SWE] Into the Cloister

RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving Ronin tried to avoid looking at the signs of blight upon the Greatwood as he headed solemnly down into the belly of the cloister. As cheerful as it seemed to be - an air of anticipation, of wonder, of sport - he found it hard to get his head in the game at first. Would he end up like those trees in the end? Blackened, wilted, rotten on the inside? Would he have done so much only to be killed by a pestilence they didn't understand. The cloister encased him and he frowned, scrubbing at his eyes to get his thoughts straight. And as he was faced with a dead end and a stone door, he rolled his shoulders, clenched his fists and warmed himself up. When the door opened, he vowed to be ready.