[i]Ugh, he fuckin winked at me.[/i] Astyth found herself groaning to herself at Garlenns display of...some form of emotion. What, were they supposed to just be friends all of a sudden because they were the only two dwarfs in the tent? [i]Sod that[/i]  

To her he looked like the atypical drunken sort of dwarf that gave her kind so many negative stereotypes, the very kind she did her best to dispel during her travels: people like him were the very reason she neither drank nor picked fights like in her youth. Of course this was still all jut assumption on her part, infact she knew nothing of Garlenn and his only real offense had been [i]"looking the part"[/i] in her mind. She'd been so caught up in staring back at Garlenn with a painfully strained smile that she'd been completely unaware of the goings on behind her until the the chatty longleg barked for people to make room for his compatriot in the back. The commotion caused Astyth to turn and see a meek looking mouse woman-but then again, the woman in question was an elf so it wasn't entirely her fault Astyth reminded herself. As if proving her sheepish nature to Astyth the little lamb piped up with an “"Oh, I am quite alright my good sir. I can hear just fine from the back." 

Astyth made sure the sheepish girl noticed her rolling her eyes. So far this meeting was turning out to be as dysfunctional as the group itself-she was painfully reminded why she preferred working alone. The whole thing was starting to put her into one of her rarely seen sour moods. As she toyed with the idea of putting her helmet back on she noticed the noisy longleg and his little lamb beginning to converse with the only other knife ear in the room-Astyth was quick to make note of this ones “walking stick.”