Flatter a lir nothing. One of her brothers is a giant wolf. She's got a healthy respect for canine teeth.

"Is your world at war?"

The question is blurted, and then she shakes her head;

"Of course it is, you just said so. I'm sorry that you don't know peace either. Most of those where I am from would say that it is better to be warriors, because they go on to Valhalla when they die."

With a measured tone, she keeps the bitterness out of her voice,

"But if you are coming close, well, that proves that it is a different world."