[Looming is a term generally applied when you're significantly taller than everyone else— but somehow, despite there being little more than an inch between their heights, Kylo manages to loom in a vaguely ominous fashion behind Ronan. Perhaps it's the broad span of his shoulders, or the particularly intense lock of his gaze. Or, possibly, his vague annoyance that no-one's mentioned his magnificent enchanted blade (also a gift from Ronan, a medieval fantasy spin on the laser sword original).]

Ronan is an exceptionally capable swordsmith. Among other things.

[Behave, Ronan, he didn't mean that. He didn't not mean it, but still. Behave. He examines Yennefer's face curiously.]

You must have arrived in the second wave of summonings. I'm glad to see our hosts saw fit to release you for your service.