Ronan did indeed appear and did his best to assess the ambush that had occurred. His rapier would long be ready to strike before wandering through the portal. It seemed three opponents, awaited the three of them. He doubted they were waiting for the now subdued crew below, so there must have been another crew or crew member further in he guessed. No point in staying in a place that was bound to sink them. He stood ready by the portal, disappointed that his stealth had done little to gain advantage. 

The orc-ish looking thug had brought back a sense of familiarity, even a sense of ritualism of encounters. The orc had a dagger, which meant they were aiming to fight at a closer range to stab into someone. It seemed Ronan himself was pondering deeply, and simply took a defensive stance the rapier moving upward to his eyes. Preparing to move out of the way at a moment's notice. "Seems I will be your opponent. Perhaps even your conversatyr if you are lucky and willing enough. May I ask your name?" Ronan stated aiming to keep things oddly cool and sadly a terrible joke had slipped in from his older days with various other, members. Hopefully it won't end the same.