Falls of the Hinterlands rhaeadr

Now this is an idea he can get behind. Llewellyn isn't against the idea of taking matters into his own hands, as long as no one besides himself gets hurt. His eyes glint in similar fashion, the beginnings of a smile stretching his lips just slightly. He likes her willingness, even if it is a bluff. Bravado has the chance to turn into real bravery, after all.

"Me too," he responds, nodding. "Do you know where these woods are? Maybe I will pay a visit nearby, to stake out the place." He didn't know whether he had the capacity for infiltration. No matter; it would be near impossible to fight them on their own turf, where they had the advantage. Better to catch them out in the open.

Ruefully, he glances up to the sky, where the sun is sinking faster than he'd like. "I must return to Moonspear," he says. "I like to walk the borders in the evening. Will I see you again, Ceara? Will we take these bastards down once and for all?" It is a mission that sent newfound fire coursing through his blood, and he is grateful to her for it.