Moonspear confident

There is truth to her answer. He has seen everything here, from the barest of cliff faces to the most verdant of forests. Clear streams, open skies, cool breezes. . .Moonspear really does seem to have it all. What hidden gems of the territory has he not yet discovered? Llewellyn wonders if there are secrets on this mountain that he is not yet aware of.

Judging by the shadows lurking in the corners of Hydra's eyes, he ventures to guess that there are indeed things he does not know. Perhaps things he will never know.

He nods in answer to her inquiry, quite brusque and at odds with his earlier behavior, which could have almost been described as coquettish, albeit with a masculine flair. "I killed my first man as a yearling," Llewellyn says, his gaze cutting into hers. He studies once more her muscles and scars. "I assume you are, as well?"

Hydra verch Charon. That would be her name in Mynydd, and that is the name he will remember her by. But there is so much more to this young woman; he has barely scratched the surface of her, and he cannot wait to delve deeper.