Shaking Willows

"Death follows me, Moira. I would not be surprised if he has come to claim his rightful bounty. I don't fear him, in fact he seems like an ever so faithful companion. It almost seems you want him to find me."

Bryce reclines in his seat.

"Fine. Say my entrails were hung over the portcullis and my head kicked in the streets. You would be mourning my death I presume?"

Shaking Willows

"You don't get it, do you? I don't like you, Bryce, but I don't wish you ill. I would not mourn your person, but I would mourn your importance. Galt Medeis is dangerous to the people who inhabit this land, and that is something I care deeply about. If their protection is to be guaranteed, so must your life be preserved."

Shaking Willows

"So you came here to tell me not to die. Well thank you, I suppose I wouldn't have come about that conclusion on my own."