eye to eye

Ronin raises an eyebrow right back at the other man, though his is a lot more pronounced (how could it not be, with eyebrows like those?) Still, talk of a blood oaths and orgies have him perking up somewhat, and he disregards the lack of an answer - something that would have infuriated him not so long ago - to let out a rumble of a laugh. "And here I got the impression that the Order was boring," he drawls, rising to his feet and assuming they are done here, only for the Eye to go and pour them both a drink. Of course the Star accepts, taking the glass and holding it up in a lazy toast. "I'm glad you think so. I've been focusing on their training, mainly, but I'll happily extend that offer to the rest of the Order, if they are interested." Taking a healthy drink, Ronin relishes it and finds himself breathing out a sigh of relief, of exhaustion. His shoulders relax, and he regards Cian as if seeing him for the first time. "Sorry I threatened your life. Still not sure if I plan to make good on it, but... I was in a thousand wrong places at the wrong times. You didn't deserve my asshattery." RONIN Darkness is a funny thing. It creeps up on you.