It's just the trauma talking

Ronin bounced his eyebrows right back at Ashe, meeting her challenge with a mix of playfulness and anticipation. He had no doubt that the Assassin in Blue would hand his ass to him, especially now that he wasn't training the Guard every day (and running himself ragged and hating himself, but hey whatever), but he was still looking forward to it. "Certainly. Tomorrow evening, meet me here. There's a space out back we can use." Or there would be, as soon as Ronin cleared it all up. But training with Ashe would light a fire under him to make sure he got it done, right? His brow furrowed as they continued to discuss the pros and cons of explosives, Ronin sighing and nodding in agreement with the small woman's points. "No, you're right. We ought to draw it away to launch our attacks at it. Landmines are too dangerous, and so are traps when it's so unpredictable. Perhaps Remi could make us some simple projectiles that would detonate on contact with the creature? That seems like the most simple way to get this done." He recalled using similar contraptions in his capture-the-flag training in Northaven. If anyone could reproduce that here it would be Remi. Ronin smiled warmly and shrugged as Ashe spoke of old and forgotten gods; he could hardly disagree, not having held much faith in anything back in Northaven. Things changed though, evidently. "I believe she will be," he told her with quiet certainty. "I have no reason to believe otherwise, after all. So with a little luck and a little faith, we might go into this next fight with a trick up our sleeve." And from their previous encounter with the creature, they'd need all the tricks they could get. He nodded as she spoke about cross-referencing their information. "I met a native of this place, Rory, and Remi wrote down everything he had to say about the monster. I'll call a meeting in the next few days, see if we can find out anything further. Then, I guess... it'll be time to make a plan." That made it all sound very real, but Ronin couldn't exactly put this off. Who would he call on, though? "Right now I have Edrei Launceleyn, and... Alistair." He shrugged. "But I was hoping I might have you, too." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.