Goodbye, You Miserable Bastard. And Thank You.

Thanks to the Elf, I could actually move on my own. I was nearly resigned to piggypacking on Ronan, as he hauled me around like a backpack until I was strong enough to use my legs, but I had to admit, there were certain perks to having a healer, I guess. 

I had a quick errand to run, and due to the nature of the visit, I needed to bring Ronan with me. He didn't seem to have any sort of attachments to anyone other than myself, and even that attachment seemed more like a dependency than anything. Like without me, he wouldn't really know what to do or where to go, but that was me thinking about him like I always did. There was more to the sorcerer than he let on, likely more than he himself knew.