[SE] Ice on my teeth

Letting out a low whistle to hear the list of things Maea has been over the years, Ronin nods warmly to hear that she'd be willing to help out with his potential little guild. "I'll definitely let you know. More hands means lighter work and all that, right?" He smiles, pausing to munch on another cracker and a bit of cheese drizzled with honey. "Also, having been both a trainer and a soldier, I can vouch for it keeping you fit and busy," he adds. Finishing his snack and setting his plate down for good, he can't help but feel a pang of relief as the Ancient speaks again, her hand warm upon his arm. "Thanks," he says with a bashful duck of his head. "It'll be strange to sit back from attending to every other global crisis, but... I'm quite looking forward to it, too." And if Maea is going to be their neighbour, which it sounds like she is, there will be another person to hold him accountable in Torchline. "Anyway, come on," he suggests, nodding towards the rest of the food. "I've got my eye on that table of pastries, if you want to join me." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.