Watching with a level stare, interest flooding into eyes, Vinali followed the path of the woman who came striding in. Hair as vibrant and brilliant a color as fire, offset by the soothing blue bandanna that covered her head. Slowly, Vinali lowered her weapon - focus drifting to the weapon held loosely at the woman's side. This was the human responsible, she had to be. So tranquil and at peace, a flickering flame amid the weeds, refusing to set a blaze, instead providing blinding light to all near her. Fascinating. 

Silent as Ronin spoke, Vinali felt a glimmer of pride in her chest, this woman reminded her of herself. The way she spoke, it was of a leader to their warriors. They listened to her every word, each grimace replaced with a small scoff: They must've been disappointed in the lack of action. 
It was surprising though that she was bold enough to turn her back to both her, and Drake. She must be either truly bold, or extremely insane, perhaps a mix of both. As the red-haired warrior sat, Vinali took a few short steps towards her, glancing at the chairs with disdain. Everything in her years of experience told her not to sit down. Though, that didn't entail her to be a coward from afar. If anything, gaining ground here would be the only thing that spoke to Ronin - as bold as she seemed. 

With a small sigh, Vinali strode over to the table where Ronin had seated herself, placing her giant figure behind one of the chairs, hands firmly grasping the top. Sizing up the woman before her, Vinali began to speak. 
[color=ed1c24]"Very well, Ronin. I, am Vinali. I found this place thanks to the trail you left behind for me, and Drake here."[/color] She motioned to Drake before continuing. 

"I'd rather not have anymore blood on my hands tonight, there has been enough bloodshed all around." Tilting her head, Vinali narrowed her gaze and loosened her vice-like grip on the chair. [color=ed1c24]"My turn. Why did you interrupt the execution, and what do you plan to do with the prisoner?"  [/color]