As Gereth waited for the young female knight to answer his question he toke note of the fact that the tent was starting to fill with ever more people. The first to enter after Gereth was another dwarf, though this one seemed to be of the fairer sex as opposed to her heavily bearded counterpart, but she held the same sturdy air as him. She had came just in time to hear Gereth's question and simply included herself into it, Gereth found this curtness refreshing compared to the pointlessly drawn out conversations he had been subjected to in the proceeding weeks, but besides that he thought little of it. The next was a smaller looking fellow wearing a hood, it didn't take all too long to figure from his small frame that the man was an elf. Gereth had seen quite a few of his kind, one of the groups that calls themselves the Dalish often found themselves wondering not too far from Gereth's hold and the two groups would occasionally trade, but if this elf was anything like them Gereth couldn't tell yet as he had only simply made his way to the back of the group and remained silent. Rounding up the last of the group was yet another elf, but unlike her predecessor Gereth could practically see the nervous energy emanating from the young elven girl. The massive grey mound couldn't help but groan inwardly at the thought of being paired with what seemed to be such a whelp so shortly after what felt like a lifetime of traveling with a group of men that couldn't defend themselves from a nug. To say the lease Gereth's view of the lownaders was not improving with this trip

Gereth found himself pulled from his observation of his would be partners when the rather talkative human forcibly attempted to part the crowd that had formed in order to speak with the skittish female elf that had taken up refuge in the back of the tent. But his efforts appeared to be in vain seeing as the young lass seemed to be refusing to move from her spot, it seemed that the ball of worry had some firmness in her. Gereth let out a low grunt, a borderline growl, as the man referred to him as a [i]wall of grey muscle[/i], the statement wasn't wrong but it was an annoyance all the same. He stifled his urge to correct the man, no need to get him talking more than he already was, and besides he had already moved on to talk to the two elves of the group. Gereth removed his attention away from the loud mouth lowlander and went back to his observing the group as a whole. He eventually ended up back on the dwarf that had entered after him and he took note of the painfully dirty look she was giving her fellow dwarf, it seemed there was bad blood between these two stout folk. Seeing as his question had still been unanswered he took it upon himself to make something clear so he would stop being referred to a various large objects. [color=00aeef][b]"It is Gereth"[/b][/color] He said in a clear tone as he turned his head to the side and starred down at the lady dwarf. [color=00aeef][b]"Not big guy."[/b][/color] He finished his statement, referring back to the women's earlier nickname for him.