RONIN
A muscle feathers in Ronin's jaw as he adjusts the molten silver to allow it to properly incorporate the vial of fluid, and he nods stiffly. "It was brutal," he agrees. "I attempted to reason with them - I even suggested we meet elsewhere, in the Wilds somewhere, if it would keep the people of Stormbreak out of it. But they wouldn't listen."
Still, he does manage a small smile to hear her speak of being a soldier - nothing more - Ronin indicating for the next vial to pour in. "That one is from a hybrid - an Ascended and an Abandoned both." Which might make it even worse in the eyes of most of those in Stormbreak. "And you are just as important as anyone inside or outside the Tower that day. There's always more to learn for all of us - the fact that you're still alive means you're able to do just that."
Still, he does manage a small smile to hear her speak of being a soldier - nothing more - Ronin indicating for the next vial to pour in. "That one is from a hybrid - an Ascended and an Abandoned both." Which might make it even worse in the eyes of most of those in Stormbreak. "And you are just as important as anyone inside or outside the Tower that day. There's always more to learn for all of us - the fact that you're still alive means you're able to do just that."
soft spoken with a broken jaw
we step outside, but not to brawl
we step outside, but not to brawl
