"Also understand, some will try to use you as a weapon against me, or against the barony. I don't wish to induce paranoia, but some will assume that as you are the least among us, they can use you without folks realizing, even you." Then she says "But yes, you will be able to provide for you son." Love, such a dangerous emotion. It binds us to others and robs us of control. And yet i seems to come in many forms. Insidious. And, yet I am here in part for love myself am I not? If at the end of the great legend it turns out the Fiona were right, I'm going to be very pissed "Knowing all that, if you're sure? Then the job is yours until you prove no longer worthy of it, which.. seeing your drive, I don't think will happen. When do you get off work?"