Given that it was dark and Ronin was in no fit state (physically - and mentally as well, lately) to entertain, he was most certainly around when Jigano came in through the door. In fact he had just gotten his screaming daughter back to sleep, the hunter feeling somewhat soothed by it; probably one of the best states for Jigano to find him in, truthfully.
Glancing up from where he had just walked into the guildhall proper from one of the side rooms, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the bard looking so... well. Shit, put bluntly. He looked how Ronin felt.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and quiet in the sleepy guildhall. "If this is about any more kingmaking, I'm sorry - I don't have the energy to talk about it right now."
Glancing up from where he had just walked into the guildhall proper from one of the side rooms, he raised an eyebrow at the sight of the bard looking so... well. Shit, put bluntly. He looked how Ronin felt.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and quiet in the sleepy guildhall. "If this is about any more kingmaking, I'm sorry - I don't have the energy to talk about it right now."
