Sheepeater Cliff i say that love is fictional

Neverwinter Forest. He wasn't sure if he'd remember the name in a week's time, especially stoned as he was in the present- but nevertheless, he wrote it down on an invisible notepad which he shoved into his invisible pocket. A guard, she says, which catches his interest briefly. Where would a woman be made to be a guard? In the faerie court men served the women- and this was the life Fionn knew, putting his own at risk for the sake of the girls. What person would make Lenny serve- unless she desired to do such a thing herself? There was nothing wrong with that either, he supposed. A lady ought to do what she desired. 

He realizes after a couple moments that the quesion has been flung back to him, and he blinks a couple of times before clearing his throat. I'm from a forming pack just, uh, north of here. Seelie Court. In... Hushed Willows, He explains, before tacking on And I'm a guard too. Been a mercenary for the women since... a few months ago, I guess.