turning into something caustic

Sunjata saw. Ronin saw, too. But he'd be damned, still, if he could make head or fucking tail of it. Still, Seren's politeness drew a small smile across his face, and whilst his fingers itched to request the whiskey glass so he could take a pull of alchohol, he resisted. Because y'know... he was a father again now. "Hey, I'd be using it a lot more if there were enough people to spar with," he said, the quip coming easily to say he was still very much in shock. The other man brought very good news, however, and the relief in Ronin's posture and on his face was near palpable. "That would make my day," he admitted. "We ought to get some breakfast along the way, too." Not necessarily for himself (or Jata, given the guildmaster's current state of affairs), but Seren must be getting hungry. "What do you say, Seren?" he asked the girl. "If we get something to eat, then Sunjata can show us a house near to the lighthouse? We can walk up there together." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.