endless numbered days

Sugar was content to shriek and trill and attack the miniscule prey that Remi floated about her, though he might find that her claws did grip a bit hard when she was trying to lurch up and catch the meat; something Ronin was all too familiar with, if the healing punctures on his shoulder were anything to go by. Dabbing carefully at his cheek and his ear and eventually lowering the cloth so he could massage his jaw, the guildmaster scoffed at his friend. "I suppose the killing of banshees and plotting the hunt of the Spire demon aren't enough," he said. "What we needed was banners all along." Chuckling, he settled back in his seat after putting the cloth down, more than content to let Remi keep his dragonling for a bit. It was like having a newborn, and he was going to experience that soon enough anyway. Still, his eyebrows shot up at the alchemist's next comment, Ronin grinning broadly and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Oh? Do tell. Have you been on it yet? Was it glorious?" RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do