Falls of the Hinterlands let's go up in flames, pretty lady

He expects much more than two words, and his eyes widen when that is all that comes, her tone defeated. "Sorry?" he asks, cocking his head slightly to one side. "Why do you apologize, Ceara? You've spared me from shedding blood, exciting as that may have been," he adds with a wry smile. He shakes his head, coming the barest bit closer to her, willing her to find the sincerity in his gaze.

"We will find them and kill them," Llewellyn vows, voice grave. "It won't be for this--it is in total, all that they have done--but I promise you, Ceara, revenge will be yours. I swear it." Perhaps this will make her feel better. Again, Llewellyn is not the best with romance. What he can offer, though, is loyalty and brute strength, and whatever she needs from him, he can provide, so long as it does not interfere with his position and duties at Moonspear.