And Byerly...will simply be fulfilling his promise, nothing more than that. Stopping by to chat with a soldier, to split a few swallows of mead with him, and to gossip about where that corpse ended up. Oh, yes, I've got a girl I want to show it to, is his cover story, and what a marvel; that's not even a lie, is it? So, only about ten minutes later than promised, he shows up. By this time, he's recovered from his initial shock, and so his expression is once again a leer of arrogance and half-drunk ill intent...

Though that fades again when he sees she's armed. Startlingly heavily. "A sword?" he mutters incredulously. "Do you even know how to fight with a sword? Won't a knife suffice to put the creature down if it rises again?"