“Modernize? Oh, dear...” Ashley worried audibly and allowed his cloak to overlap his sides once more. He mused for a long while on how these Dojoians could be ‘awful’. He was a firm believer that everyone was redeemable, and all deserve the same respect. Whether or not his good-mannered self would be in for a rude awakening, is yet to be seen. He laughed. “What esoteric weapons does this place utilize? If these awful people have access to powerful gear, color me a worried man. However these people may be, I can trust you to be respectable, my lady Irina.” He choked on his words as soon as they came out; realizing he had called Irina “my lady” once more, he had to apologize. “I am terribly sorry, Irina. My manners escape me.” He was fidgeting now ever so slightly, shifting his weight from boot to boot.