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[Standing on the edge of Nimh Gleanne, Lancelot held his locket with a cool hand. Rather than brimming with rage, he kept a demeanor closer to ice. He didn't say very much, but it wasn't as if he were going to have to.]

I will pay great sums. I will reward those who give me good information and those who cement any suspicion for me.

[His voice was as passive as could be.]

I desire the necks of those who have tortured and killed the fae of this world. Cathraon's safe haven has been annihilated.

I do not care which banner the offenders wear. I will kill them and their kin. If the perpetrators bear shards, I will present those bloody trophies to the fae in recompense, whether or not I am torn from this court or not.

I suggest all information come to me with great urgency and haste. I will only remain reasonable a short while. Direct your information to me directly through this locket. I am the Knightslayer--Lancelot of the Lake.

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[ It's probably a bad idea to encourage this, considering he just said he didn't really care if he was exiled from the court or not. Then again, if he were to go, Alice would follow. He isn't particularly the best influence like that and neither is Alice. ]

If you require help, all you have to do is say the words.

[ To think she's a little surprised that he's kept his temper. ]

I take it nothing has been left behind? Not a trace or a clue?

I would not begrudge you that chance. [For all of Alice's love of nature, animals and all things that did no harm to others--he knew that she would house a great deal of respect and empathy towards the fae. Psammead and Roiben liked her for good reason, after all.]

I only worry I will not have the restraint to contain them rather than kill them on the spot.

[His mind went away a moment and he remembered--]

Ah--and, no. I have heard nothing else and there is nothing left.

It is a crime against the safe havens, isn't it? I would say it would be well-deserved. I'm surprised that you haven't yet, truth be told.

[ She's in too good of a mood with him to even think about asking him to show restraint, anyway. But the fact there's nothing to indicate who had killed the dryads draws a terse sigh from Alice. Typical. ]

A crime cannot be hidden forever, eventually something will come of it. But those poor fae...

[There was a shrug in Lancelot's voice. Certainly, that anger was well-contained.]

It would only be a disappointment, since I'm not certain how best to torture someone. It would be a waste if I started and did it unprofessionally.

[He supposed that his anger showed more in the statements he said rather than the tone of his words.]

[ A little too contained in Alice's opinion, but she will will worry about that later. ]

Does it have to be torture? Surely there's other ways to gain information and it would be better if you were to cleanly kill them.

[ And maybe she's a little too casual having this conversation. OH, WELL. ]

Come to think of it, would there be anyone or anything in that area who would have seen anything strange?

It's entirely likely that no one would have seen it. Cathraon's nymphs and dryads weren't easy prey--they were capable enough of scaring hunters and loggers. Suffice to say, no one would have normally been able to approach.

[An attack from the air? Perhaps a poison set in the forest.]

The method aside, I've already decided on what I would like to do. Without a doubt, I cannot let those who have committed these acts to perish in peace.

As you shouldn't.

[ Concern aside, Alice would focus attention on helping him figure out what happened. ]

Please, tell me how I can help.

You need not worry, my love. Your attention and your affection will make me patient. In time, we will find the culprits and punish them accordingly.

[As sweet as silk.]

....

[ Alice is gaping -- it is going to take some time to adjust to this. Good grief. Give her a moment to recollect herself. ]

Well, I'm more than happy to.

[ Is it a little disconcerting that she's ready to fall back on a hunt? ]

Idle hands and all of that.

[He knows. He knows and he's not going to relent.]

I'm thankful.

[Lancelot added--]

Oh, right. Could you give me a measurement of your forearm and the middle of your arms, by the way? I'm going to prepare something for you.

You're endearing when you're content.

[ Isn't being sarcastic, either. One of these days, she'll be able to verbalize her feelings. For now, not so much. ]

Ah? The width or the length? What are you preparing, Lancelot?

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