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"Tell me, then." Ronin frowns at Cian, baldly unafraid to call out, to be taught. "Tell me about how you fight your wars. Tell me about the armies and their strategies and their units. Who led them, and where I can speak to them. How you won or lost, and how many died. Tell me why I'm wrong about your Dragoons, and how useful they will be at defending Stormbreak." The Eye rises to his feet and Ronin remains seated, legs stretched out, ankles crossed. Still, he can't help but huff out a laugh under his breath at Cian's last comment. "Do not mistake love for weakness," he fires back, before waving a hand. "I can follow orders better when I'm not distracted." Something which Eyes and gods alike seem to struggle to understand. TALIESIN they said it's all been done but they haven't seen the best of me