Housemates

Ronin gave a sad hum of agreement as conversation moved to Edrei, the guildmaster lowering his gaze to the cups of tea that were brewing. It was just as Sam had said. There was so much death lately, and it didn’t seem to be going to change, not with LongNight just around the corner. As for his active role, Ronin nibbled at his bottom lip and shrugged. ”I want to make sure that the people of the Hollowed Grounds see the changes that they want. Not necessarily the changes that some monarch thinks is best for them.” But was he the man for the job? Amalia had chosen him, others had apparently voted for him, and here he was. But so much had changed, so much had happened... Shaking that thought away for later, Ronin gladly threw himself into talk about Sam’s shop, though he was gathering the cups together now too, in preparation to take them up to the bedroom. He had no intention of letting Remi wake up alone. ”I’ll be sure to drop by soon. You might not have many expenses, but you’re still good at what you do. The guild could always use more copies of the almanac.” ronypony it's always nice to make an impression