"Oh, do let the lad have a moment to think over his options, Nicholas. A slow death at yer hands, or helping us find the fair lassie, and bring her back to her true one..."
He turns his soft ebony gaze on the other man. "Ye would hunt yer woman down, wouldn't ye? Bring her home to the ones that love her? That's all we're tryin' to do. Help us, and I can promise, we will help ye."
Keon looks at Nicholas, fighting hard to appear severe.
"Nicholas, do give the puir lad his finger back. Ye can't still be hungry, can ye?"
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