Dawn Treader Valley Να πνίξεις όλα όσα οι άλλοι λεν μες τη σιωπή

Andromache.
Ever regretful was he. Regretful to have cowered from her wrath, regretful to have even attempted to converse with those two bodyguards; regretful to be here at all.
And so, when she finds him, he is nestled in a bed of tall grass, overlooking the edge of the river that cuts the valley in half. It's quite beautiful here, isn't it? he hums nonchalantly, as if nothing had been wrong at all. Could be a good place to build an empire.