"It...It was his personality. He used to say it was his duty. His family came from Laconia...Could trace their roots back to Sparta. When we met as children he told me he'd protect me from the bad things in the world...Oh God...We had the wedding planned..."<br/>She breaks down once more before finding some hard core to hold on to and looking up at Cassandra.<br/>"I, I don't know if it is anything...But a week ago George said he'd found out about something  from the homeland that he was worried had come to London. He didn't want to say what it was...Only that it sought the 'key' ."<br/><br/><br/>Jarl grimaces, shaking his head.<br/>"I don't shoot things. I rip them apart. And you are not taking that thing to my sister...She has enough misfit strays as it is with that hulking beast of hers in the morgue."<br/>Frowning he moves closer, the canine beast looking first at Tegan...Then whimpering as Jarl moves forward. While looking ugly as sin, it doesn't seem to be hostile. It moves to hide behind Tegan, the logn tongue flicking out to lick her hand.<br/>"Seems it likes you better than me."