Pendant Associates

"A pleasure, Bastien." Ronin said warmly, and he meant it too. Anyone who had felt the touch of Safrin and wore her pendant had no need for any ill feeling from the guildmaster. After all, if they were blessed by the same goddess, they were as much on the same side as they could be, right? And while Ronin was much more invested in the Spire and the creature that guarded it so closely, he could definitely see Bastien's point. His smile softened and he took another pull from his ale, shrugging sheepishly. "Well, this'll be my first. I was dropped in this place with my lady, Vanya... and she broke the news the very same night." Ronin laughed at the memory, shaking his head; as far as luck went, they certainly chose their moments well. "Settling in has been difficult, but since I got the guildhall up and running, things have felt much more... in place, I suppose? But what of you? How did you get here?" TALIESIN SO LOOK, AND CONNECT WE'RE REFUSING TO RUST HEALING HAS TO BEGIN IN THE PAST