Indrean could tell by the way that Dawn's brows pulled together that she was worried and frightened; he wanted to help her, to comfort her, but more questions arose at her mention of the bounty hunter. His dark brows furrowed together to form deep creases between his brows.<br/>"The Dunlanding?"<br/>He shifted on his feet and looked up at the horses as they grazed on the grass nearby. His thoughts were interrupted as he noticed her eyes taking into account all of his weapons-the longsword on his belt, two daggers on each thigh, and a bow and a quiver full of arrows strapped to his back. It was then that he saw the fear in her eyes.<br/>This maiden was running for her life, from who knows what crime she did or did not commit.<br/>Indrean let out a breath shook his head.<br/>"It matters not why you ran, my Lady; for I can see now that you have been wronged and are running for your very life for things you did not do."<br/>He took out his rayed star brooch from his pocket and held it out in his hand for her to take.<br/>"Take this, my Lady, and know that I am taking a vow to protect you, no matter the cost to me."