Ryan had closed his eyes, standing there with his battleaxe pushed into the ground almost like he was using it as a cane. He didn't need to, of course, but he almost never sheathed his weapon unless he was somewhere like a tavern or a legitimate guild building where he knew no one would attack him if, for any reason they could. He listened to the two guilds fighting until he heard Raven speaking to him. He opened one eye, nodding to him, "Whatever makes them happy... All these plans they come up with for the entire group will only lead to people becoming relaxed and then dying... We've had a meeting about tactics basically every floor, and yet, still people die, and yet, we still have almost everyone from our original group... I'm curious why they haven't figured it out yet, and just started working with us..." 

 Ryan closed the eye for a moment, sighing to himself. The only thing he wanted was for everyone else to live, and as far as his party went, that was almost entirely true... "Almost..." He continued listening to the chatter before suddenly hearing someone say they agree. It seemed odd for a random person to say they agree, thus, he opened his eyes, looking to the source of the words. His eyes widened slightly, "I thought he died... I expected him to follow her at some point... Especially before now... Guess he didn't care as much for her as I thought..." He frowned before pulling his battleaxe up over his shoulder. He glanced to Raven, almost trying to apologize for what he was about to do, and then walked towards Bachus, looking more at the ground. "Last time you called the shots was one of the only times that someone that had joined my party had died... But you think that you can just walk back in here and have a say in all of this a year later?" He looked up, directly at Bachus, imagining the pain that Karen must have felt in her last moments, the pain that anyone who knew her must have had upon hearing about her death. "If you want to do something like that, you better have a damn good reason to think that you won't let that happen again. If you do, welcome back to the front lines... But if you don't... You'll wish you had died with Karen that day."