endless numbered days

"You are right, I could. But I feel that allowing you to be murdered by a banshee somewhat defeats the purpose of this mighty monster hunting guild." Ronin chuckled, taking another sip of wine before setting his cup down. A good choice, it seemed, since Remi was getting up suddenly and leaning down to give back his dragon. The guildmaster smiled and let out a soft whistle to encourage the (now sleepy) hatchling. Sugar trilled at Remi and disentangled herself from his hair; he would feel her tension and the way her muscles bunched before she leapt from his shoulder and directly onto Ronin's lap. The ex-captain laughed at the flurry of claws and wings and tail that he was suddenly keeping warm, though he arched an eyebrow up at Remi. "You are going to do something?" he echoed. "Is this wise?" RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do