Clearing his throat as he realise he is being inspected so thoroughly - and then some, he notes - Ronin nods his agreement. "Business, I'm afraid," he says with a polite smile; it's a shame, really, that he's not the type to get flustered easily. Probably ruins her fun a bit. "I'm on Safrin's business." And perhaps it is a little bit of pride that makes him say it, because like it or not, Ronin is used to being recognised these days.
Leading them towards the Hanged Man and feeling glad that the breeze is blowing towards them, he offers a friendly nod across to the tall woman. "Ronin," he introduces himself. "It's good to meet you. Have you recently come down from the Climb?" He's getting better at recognising Ancients, he thinks.
Leading them towards the Hanged Man and feeling glad that the breeze is blowing towards them, he offers a friendly nod across to the tall woman. "Ronin," he introduces himself. "It's good to meet you. Have you recently come down from the Climb?" He's getting better at recognising Ancients, he thinks.
