Hushed Willows are there strangers like me?

We could probably do one more round and then fade out when they give him a tour of the forest?

The small fae listened intently, soaking up information without giving it away. The Nightwalkers. She desperately hoped that, however Memory had decided to leave, he hadn't angered them in doing so. The last thing the queen wanted was a war on their doorstep, one they wouldn't be able to win. Not even with the Reneian Empire on their side would they be able to resist the brute force of a group that sounded so lethal. She almost decided then and there that it was unwise the let the man join their ranks, given as they knew nothing about how he had escaped his torturous life of bloodshed and waste... Was she willing to gamble the peace she had established here, to let a stranger to her live out the rest of his life in that same peace? The answer was an unsure yes, but she knew that if trouble came from it she had no one to blame but herself and Memory in turn.

Very well. She responded quietly. You are welcome in our forest, given that you provide for us and yourself. A small price to pay, she found, for the life the court offered. Everyone did their fair share of work around the willow forest, and she'd personally slap anyone on the wrist who decided it was time for slacking.