Redhawk Caldera witch's butter

he dipped his head, somewhat grateful for her comment, but he did little else to thank her for her concern or hope for him. he didn't want to build a better life here unless it involved his own reign-- living here as a slave to a man he didn't truly respect did not suit his fancy. besides, he had handpicked his mate. she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen, smart and capable of handling herself and served him as a good wife should-- and even she had left him for someone far superior... he had suspicions that he would encounter the same problems with other, lesser, women.

"i am a mercenary," he responded with a small smile, "a guardian and a warrior."  he eyed her quietly for a moment. "you are a botanist? or just a medic?"  he then asked, referring to the witch's butter she'd collected and stored earlier.