Dear boy, I would have preferred you not run out at all. You paint a target on your back, and unless you've some magical means I've not seen to back up your threats, this is not the time to do such a thing. There is blood in the air tonight. It's thick enough I can taste it. You are new and nothing to them and they would leave you dead and broken without a thought -- worse a thing since it would seem they may not even wish to do so in the first place.

And what then? Why, I'd have to seek retribution, would I not? Not an auspicious start to a new land, Miles; making me out to be a monster in my first moon.