Footsteps could be heard echoing through the cave as Rosemary walked into the main chamber. Gryson was sitting in one of the hammocks ripping into a piece of wolf when he saw her. Her hair wrapped in the shawl and her petite frame wrapped in the beautiful night slip making her look the princess she is. Her clean bare-feet a sight he hadn't seen in years, even when he had been in the village the female goblins had ghostly-white hairy boney feet, but hers seemed soft and tender. It was as if a goddess had entered the room with him. At the sight of her he lost track of what he was doing and simply sat there until he remevered where he was and simply asked, "strawberry?"