fears, shmears

what. "No apology needed," Ronin assured Melita, simply glad that he'd not mistaken her for someone else. A smile still on his lips, he turned his attention back to Wessex as she explained about the sword. The former captain couldn't keep from raising his eyebrows at her forward sort of answer, and there was a touch of suspicion that tickled in the back of his mind. Roana didn't seem the sort to bargain something like Krosis, but... who was he to know the details? "Its previous owner must have been crushed to lose it," he remarked instead, then wisely fell silent so they could discuss tactics. He was glad that the Ascended had pointed out that it would be wiser to have the least experienced in the centre, but Ronin hadn't known, really, what Melita was capable of. Either way, he didn't mind leading one bit, grinning at the two women and giving an easy shrug. "Sure," he said, already stepping onto the bridge. "Not that I think the mist will make it easy going, whatever we decide. But I'm happy to try and spot things before they come up. Not that I want us to encounter anything, necessarily."