Ahhh, that's probably your real problem. [That finally pulled a smile out of him. Lancer sat down on one of the stone ledges, tapping his pipe out over the edge of it while his other hand looked out for his tobacco. Offering Merida just a touch of a sly smile--]

Thinkin' you've got a grasp on the world is a bad mistake to make, Princess.

[He was no Mark Twain, but Cu Chulainn lived in the Age of Gods. Of all things, he could attest to how ridiculous the world was.]

Whether it's some strange issue with the birds or an endless cold--nothing in the world's a guarantee except for one thing.