Blacktail Deer Plateau & they will hang us in the louvre

The fragile woman claimed that she had done away with someone who had done something. She was too vague for him to understand all of what she’d meant, but he supposed that it was the way she had intended him to hear the news. Some were not comfortable with sharing their misery. Some were not capable of offering answers to those types of questions. It seemed as though she was able to give him just enough that he would understand without truly knowing. The towering knight could ask for nothing more from her. He had no reason to dig into her past, or her personal life, in order to quell the thirst of curiosity within him.
 
The scarred woman stated that her son would not speak about his attackers – that she feared asking him – and Guildenstern was cast into a state of thoughtful silence. She claimed that she had dreamed of a way to rid the world of the terrible beasts who had harmed her child. The mercenary wondered where the boy’s father was in all of that. Why was it that this woman was left to fret and wonder about the whelp? There was a chance that the sadness she carried with her was because of another loss. It would not have been the first time that he had happened across a single parent, doing what they could to provide for their young.
 
“There are far easier ways to deal with those who have harmed your child,” Guildenstern reminded her in an offhand way. The pale glint of his gaze latched onto her narrow muzzle and the scars that adorned her soft features. The sharp snap of a warrior’s fangs was more than enough to achieve revenge, he had found. As challenging as his opponents had been in the past, the stoic knight was no stranger to how quickly the tides could change with a single bloody bite. They had been born with weapons in their mouth and enough pride to carry out any action in the thick muscle of their frame. Guildenstern needed only to show her how to use it.
 
On she went, speaking the thoughts that passed through her mind until she had uttered a peculiar string of words. Guild saw no need to soothe her in that moment. She seemed to be filled with worry at the idea of peace and whether or not she would ever know it. The brute was still unsure if peace could ever be achieved, or if it was just a fanciful summoning that amounted to nothing more than broken dreams and promises. “Perhaps,” he agreed with her, shrugging a single broad shoulder. “It would be a pitiful fate, if that were the case…”