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?"