This was not, exactly what he had in mind. A minor scratch would hardly require treatment. Certainly a bit of hopeful wanting was dashed away by the woman clearly indicating that he too follow. Despite that the shop seemed awfully small for anyone his size. Humans tended to build for themselves, and thus the doorway would be quite a squeeze for Gregory to fit in. Not that he wanted to tag along for this unnecessary amount of attention. He had a shop to mind and orders to fill. That sword he made the other still needed to be fitted, sharpened, engraved, reweighted and finished before the end of the month. Investing such time in a piece was worth it in the end, a fine piece that would be lying around the shop for a passing shopper to find. He should expand his business to a secondary market, but to do so would only feed the pockets of the merchants and middle men. They would over-inflate the worth linearly with their gross over exaggerations of the quality of the blade. Sure Gregory was good with metal, but he certainly claimed no title of master. Regardless he never signed or branded his pieces visibly, only a small discreet mark made during the balance tuning in the shape of a Y.

Although given that this woman seemed to make the drow commanding officer shut up, it seemed she was not a stone's throw from Keelie. Well, no such metaphor existed in Gargoyle tongue, but rather "mountain's stroll" because mountains did not often move... far. Regardless what was it with these women who where ever so domineering. Keelie was deadly, this other woman, a healer nonetheless was demanding. Gregory shrugged his wings, and decided to follow her for whatever purposes seem to justify not having to start something with her. Although he probably did twitch his nose at the scents of the garden minding his displeasure.

There was little for him to do, standing by the gate door, standing entirely still as a Gargoyle can. Along his tool belt was the dagge that caused the injury, still caked with dried blood. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Kin-Business from Green Fall. Screamer Ambush. Ebon curiosity stronger than their fight."[/color][/b][/i] A rather short explanation, although depending on how many Gargoyles Trix has met, they were a quiet race who were awfully blunt and kept their conversations short. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Escaped, carried her, minor injuries."[/color][/b][/i] As he began to turn his gaze over at Trix at last. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"Her squadron dead."[/color][/b][/i]