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[i][b][color=00a651]Grendel Kirk[/color][/b][/i]
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Gren looked Galen over carefully, the distant fire already helping to soothe the ice out of his bones. He'd been friendly enough to Gale whenever they came into contact, though Grendel was in contact with other people much less often than, let's say, someone like Alphonse. [color=forestgreen]"Say, feel like scoring a meal?"[/color] Now here was an interesting prospect. Gren's face brightened momentarily at the thought of all of the traps he had set out there. Going hunting with Gale would be a good way to earn some extra coin and get him one step closer to purchasing that pair of leather gloves he'd had his eye on. Then he remembered the storm. Stupid, stupid, stupid! It must've washed away all of the snares! 

[color=forestgreen]"We could get a group hunt together, what do you think?"[/color] Gren smiled weakly. There would be no extra coin coming, he imagined. There would be no surplus of pelts and meats to trade for after he'd gotten his fill. The storm had saw to that. [color=00a651]"Sure,"[/color] He said, disappointment thinly veiled behind an aura of nonchalance. [color=00a651]"Sounds like a good idea."[/color] Gren wasn't too bad with a bow anyways, maybe they'd earn a considerable haul.