R O N I N
Remi's cheerful response was unexpected to say the least, and Ronin pinched at the bridge of his nose and let himself sink down to sit beside the alchemist, albeit very reluctantly. "You thought," he repeated, rubbing at the scruff on his chin. "And what if you were wrong? What if it came out here and there was no one around to help? It's fast, Remi. And deadly." It was a rarity for Ronin to sound quite so serious, and hopefully that would drive home just how he felt about the Spire and the creature that guarded it so fervently.
Arching an eyebrow down at the sketch the other man had drawn, he couldn't help but look impressed, Ronin managing a smile. "I'm more of a painter myself," he said in response to the question about what he was doing out there, before a slightly guilty expression took over. "I circle the very borders of this place at least once a day," he admitted. "I need to make sure that thing is still there, because if it is that means it isn't anywhere near the people I care about."
