endless numbered days

"It's an experiment, if you like. We need to collect more data, or something." Ronin shrugged his shoulders, grinning at his friend. He very much doubted they would pass out in the snow - he doubted they'd even get to their experiment now that the prospect of building a snowman had come to light. His grin turned utterly filthy, something mischievous glinting in the guildmaster's eyes. "But they're so cold, Remi. You'll have to warm them up," he teased. Humming in agreement about the Rathskeller and the likelihood of having to return to the forest, Ronin slipped his arm out of Remi's and leant down to scoop some snow into his hand. "If you go back, let me know. I'll come with you," he said, rolling the snow into a bigger ball as he spoke. Snowman it was. RONIN I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you but not as much as I do