eye to eye

Ronin nods his understanding - he had been a member of an army that regarded his friends and fellow soldiers as fodder, after all. His fists clench and he lets out a soft sigh as if to blow away the memory. "Be that as it may, keep your numbers too low and run the risk that those free agents might fill the ranks of other organisations," he points back. It's true, though, that he does not have enough experience with Stormbreak or the Order as of yet to know how close those loyalties lie. Moving now to sit once more in the seat across from Cian's desk, this time at least Ronin is much more relaxed. It's strange that where once the weight of repsonsibility threatened to flatten him, now talk of work and infrastructure is a soothing break from the turmoil of his personal life. A personal life he's keeping well beneath his feet whilst he's in the office with the Eye, he might add. Not so easy when the mention of their being out of Stormbreak comes to light, and Ronin can do little more than agree. Rubbing at his chin, he needs only a moment of consideraton before the idea strikes him. "Why not extend the reaches of the skyboats?" he suggests. "That way you can filter the traffic in and out of Stormbreak. Set up a route from here to Torchline, perhaps, as a trial." The islands are closest, or at least that's how it appeared when he was flying over them. "If that goes well, perhaps you can establish other exploratory routes." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.