Cricket Creek Bog amgylchynu

He brings to mind the shadow of Rhys, and she shudders, taking a step back automatically. Still, it is not him, and Seren dips her head, returning his greeting politely and quietly. It takes her a moment to find her words; when she does, they are in hushed tones, wary. 

Hello, she says. She fixes her sapphire stare on him, sizing him up. She cannot ask about her brother until she is sure. . . Are you familiar with the land of Mynydd?

The question is cryptic, to be sure, but the answer will be telling. Any glint of recognition in his eyes and she will flee. Seren no longer has the luxury of trusting those with knowledge of her homeland. Anyone and everyone is a danger.