fears, shmears

what. Ronin turned at the sound of another voice, smiling automatically as Melita came bounding towards him. "Oh! Hello, Melita. I'm Ronin - I believe we met when we were building the perch for the Spark Bird?" At least he hoped the fiery haired girl had been the one he had seen. Else his faux pas would be obvious - ah, well. Too late to take it back now. He took Melita's hand in a warm, firm grip, shaking it and glancing up at the sound of Wessex's voice. Luckily for the Ascended, Ronin was rather busy being shot at the time of her... er, shooting him, and even the clues and descriptions given to him by others there were vague memories at best. "Oh, is this training?" His smile turned crooked - a former captain of that very thing, he found himself feeling very much excited to participate. Letting Melita make her choice, he glanced again at the sword on Wessex's back. "If it isn't too forward, may I ask where you came across that?"