[Training] addicted to pain

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets "Oh hush, Roana. You're no such thing - don't let the words of the masses get under your skin. You know it won't stop them saying worse things, given half the chance." Ronin smiled warmly across at her, nudging her in the side but having to keep his concentration mainly on the task at hand, even if it was only a reasonably paced jog by this point. This whole endeavour would have him floored for days, he could tell. At least the rain could cool them down. Safrin would support them, of that he had no doubt, but he had no inkling of going back to his patron until such a time as he could prove himself more useful. Still, as the words loveable beefcake passed her lips he could only snort in sudden and unexpected laughter. Thank goodness they had reached the road into the settlement by that point, because at least Ronin could slow to a walk while he tried to catch his breath. "Wow. Of all the people I expected to hear that from - and I didn't expect it from anyone..." He chuckled, sweeping his wet hair from his face and trying to concentrate enough to hear what she had to say about the Launceleyns. "An oath," he echoed, nodding in agreement. "The only issue I can see with that is... well. I don't see the Voice agreeing to it, frankly."