Look so pretty but your heart got teeth

Liam

And I feel like my castle's crumbling down
And I watch all my bridges burn to the ground

Fortunately for Maea, Liam had become somewhat of an expert at living on a budget, and the stall he had in mind was quite cost effective, indeed. "This way," Liam said, leading the way down the street and away from the merchants. It took only a few moments before they stood in front of a small stall selling all manner of bits and bobs: tea and coffee, for those inclined, but also pastries, both savory and sweet; sandwiches; and even a few desserts. "They have very good meat pies," Liam said by way of explanation, ducking his head as though embarrassed. Should he have taken Maea somewhere nicer? Tried to treat her to a better lunch than what a lone soldier usually partook in?

But it was too late to regret the decision now, and Liam led the way in ordering before standing aside to wait for his food. Once they'd both received their orders, the soldier led Maea to a nearby picnic area, complete with roughly hewn tables. "I wanted to talk to you about something," Liam said as they sat down, then dug around in his pocket for a worn piece of paper that had clearly been folded and unfolded many times. "I went to Frey to see if they could help me make that," he said as he handed the paper over to Maea. On it, there was a design for a ring, along with a description of its properties: namely, to create a force field of sorts to protect conversations within it from Vox and the Family.

And you don't want to know me, I will just let you down
You don't wanna know me now