Wasn't Expecting That

ronin A man unwilling to fight for what he wants deserves what he gets Ronin couldn't help but smirk as they spoke of Bastien, the guildmaster nodding in agreement with Remi's overview of the man. Enthusiasm he had in spades, but focus was another story. "A sex cult? I mean, I have no idea what he must have told her to make her assume that, but similarly... I don't think I could blame her for doing so." His laughter was light and amused, Ronin arching an eyebrow, recognition shooting through his eyes. "I've heard the name, yes. When I was in the infirmary, after the Spire, I remember she helped Isla take care of myself and Roana. She seemed gentle," he murmured, smiling warmly to Remi and giving him a grateful pat on the shoulder. "I'll certainly get in touch with her - birthing children is absolutely not one of my skills. Making them seems to be, though." He watched as Remi offered more jerky out to his hatchling, and he rolled his eyes as she tried to snip for it it. "Don't snatch, sugar," he chided, bopping her snout with his finger, "Remi is a friend." Snorting and gazing around at Ronin, the baby dragon seemed suitably chastised, reaching out to gently accept the treat from the alchemist this time.