Redhawk Caldera I'd rather make it mine.

Now this. . .this piques his interest. The boy is much too avoidant for it to be a coincidence; the mention of a forest, and those that keep to themselves, cements it. But Llewellyn does not let his hopes get too high--he is, after all, a naturally suspicious creature, and he might be looking for things that are not there. He nods, feigning understanding. Well. . .not much to feign. The Bleddyns would keep to themselves, too--

If there were any left.

"My family is like that, as well," Llewellyn remarks (again, it is not a lie, necessarily). "I needed to get away, see more of the world. What brought you out exploring today?" God, this is the most chatty he has been in his life. It grates at him. He wants nothing more than to shut up and leave, but if this is a means to Ceara's desired end. . .