"It's fine." He understood their suspicions entirely. If his people had been targeted by these skull-bearers, he'd have been just as suspicious. His arm curled back around her. "What bothered me more was the chubby guy who tried to pass judgement, honestly. Why does he even think it's his business?" He smiled at her, then looked back at the note. It was a good question, whether or not he'd go. Instinct told him it was a trap. That going would be essentially suicide. But if it was the Huntsman, if he wanted to truly just talk...<br/><br/>"I don't have a choice<i>but</i>to go, I think. If you come you'll have to stay back, or at least hide well enough that he won't notice you. This might be our only opportunity to get any answers. It's not something I can afford to squander." He looked down at her. "Get whatever gear you need. Be ready for anything."