Quite the opposite, it seems.

You groan in frustration, annoyed at the thought that you went through all of that just to have your throat slit in the woods.

Then a familiar voice speaks, making your eyes widen.

"It's okay Lissie, we don't have to worry about him."

you hear footsteps circling around you.

"You sure? The knife-weilder, Lissie, asks. "he looks pretty dangerous to me."

"I said we don't have to worry about him, I didn't say he wasn't dangerous."

The footsteps carry their creator into the firelight, revealing emerald eyes and onyx hair.

"Ulric," Kyra says. "Fancy meeting you here."