<div style="text-indent:1em;"><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;">Ragnar smiled softheartedly at the interaction between the two. While he has a few people he respects, he never really gotten close with anyone nor has he made any enemies. <span style="font-style: italic">I guess it balances out,</span> He thought dismissively. He normally kept to himself, only focusing on the contract or practice and honing his skills. The closest person he had to a friend here with The Seeking Owl was probably Farkas, the master-at-arms. Farkas had his highest respects for helping him learn difference fighting stances besides the normal charging attack style.</span></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 110%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Whelp, I'm off.." Ragnar announced before he walked off towards his tent for the night, lifting his hand up in a good-bye manner.</div></span>