Naiobe averted her eyes as Owen looked at her. She searched for a place to rest her gaze, unsure of where might be safe. Finally, she settled on a point just over his shoulder. "Everyone eventually allows him his... games." She drifted closer still to the handsome paladin of a man. "There was once a couple, a young married couple. I think it was a year ago, they came as part of an entourage... He liked the girl, and her husband noticed. We found them dead in their rooms the next morning, both slain by his hand. It was the only way out that the poor man saw."<br/><br/>Naiobe looked at his face again, then tilted her head at the guilt written there. "It's not your fault," she adds suddenly. "There's nothing you can do, sir. You'd hurt her in trying." She touched Owen's arm hesitantly, peering into his face as if to gauge his reaction...