Ferron nodded slowly. "It's just not what I expected is all. Everything was so normal. I took that bandit job because I figured there'd be more than two applicants, myself included. I thought I'd just help carry supplies or loan equipment."
"The gods seem to want to mess up my casual life out of spite for something. At least I have a constant, and that's all I care about." Ferron held Arryn tight in his arms.
Ferron was silent for a bit as he thought about everything. His expression was back to stone like normal, the kind of emotionless glare that only someone as close to him as Arryn would be able to see what he was feeling. "Why can't I just be a blacksmith."
Ferron held Arryn tight in his arms. "I just want a normal life," He told her with a sigh. Just you and me, and my forge and your apothecary shop, and no lords and ladies to muck it up."
"We don't know for certain, maybe it's airborne! Either way, last time I checked, vampires like to drink blood. Who has a lot of blood? Humans do. It's a matter of time before she kills Callum."