"Oh but volunteering can lead to all sorts of wonderful honours!" he replied with a drunken sort of sarcasm. "Why you could die for King and Realm and be forgotten in by the passing of the next dawn!" he scoffed, putting the bottle back down once he had refilled hers.
"Always eyes and ears open" he said. "Sometimes though, you musn't be afraid to speak. It is about knowing when, and there is only so much I can do to make sure your head stays firmly attached to your neck and shoulders" he nodded. "I think I should very much like to see your place though, this cabin" he said. "It sounds interesting, and far less dangerous" he smirked. "I come from a very dangerous blood line, Sonya. A very wealthy, very powerful bloodline. I wonder what my dear sweet sister will make of you?"