gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
"Bit presumptuous of you, to tar us all with the same brush," Ronin murmurs with a small smile, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure a lot of soldier types are about maintenance. Some are about killing. Some are about healing." Ronin is about... is about... honestly, he's not sure he knows anymore. "Nice to meet you. And... yes, I suppose it is." Except not really - he's searching, endlessly, for projects and things to do. No direction, no nothing; hence why he's here.
Glancing up in time to see Luciana move back to her forge, Ronin watches with open curiosity as she gets to work. The light casts him in a ruddy glow; he steps foward a little, careful not to get too close. "Armour?" he asks, never having considered that before. "...What kind do you make? I figured you'd only be a weaponsmith."
Glancing up in time to see Luciana move back to her forge, Ronin watches with open curiosity as she gets to work. The light casts him in a ruddy glow; he steps foward a little, careful not to get too close. "Armour?" he asks, never having considered that before. "...What kind do you make? I figured you'd only be a weaponsmith."
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
