Gravios's ear twitched at the distinct sound of tearing cloth. He turned around in time to see a scarecrow swing an obviously old sickle at him. He easily knocked the crude weapon out of the scarecrows hand with a sigh of distaste. "[b]I guess these things really don't have a brain.[/b]" he said skeptically as he viewed the awkward abomination. It attempted to tackle him and as it passed through his body harmlessly Gravios wrinkled his nose, he had been assailed by the quite clear stench of rotted human.

A smell he was unfortunately rather familiar with. He pinned the scarecrow to the ground by strategically stabbing its spine with his stick, preventing it from moving and called out to Grod. "[b]Oh Grod, it seems we have guests. I do know how you love hitting things so you might find it worth while to come outside. Though by all means continue your investigation if you must.[/b]" He said calmly as he viewed the scarecrows feeble struggling. Strange creature, he was reluctant to kill it but with its aggressive tendencies he could likely learn little from it. Oh well, maybe if he held it down long enough something would happen. Perhaps they could speak given enough time.