[color=mediumseagreen][i]"This feels... right. This is good."[/i][/color] Grey mentally reassured himself, raising his eyes to see a familiar pair come seemingly appear from nowhere. Perhaps unnoticed in his admittedly lazy search earlier, or perhaps simply having sneaked in later, was an exotic looking face of dark eyes and skin. Certainly familiar to Grey, though a name failed to present itself for the face. Still, he was certain that this man was a part of Brand's brood at one point -the sheer similarities in their mannerisms had drawn Grey's attention. To this currently nameless ranger, Grey offered a simple acknowledging wave of the hand, giving him the initiative to make a move.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention when Grey heard a familiar voice speak up softly, speaking of herbs or some such natural nonsense. His ever so slightly pointed ears twitched as he turned to the source of the voice, at the bar with a hot cider. He looked at Ashira, largely unchanged since their last meeting physically, though deeper than that she was very clearly different. Grey could see the grief washing over his 'sister', a wave of emotion that he couldn't help but sympathize with. Instinctively, he put a protective hand on her shoulder, placing his drink down on the bar in front of him. [color=mediumseagreen]"Sister! How fortunate to cross paths here!"[/color] He said as he approached. Though his voice naturally raised in excitement of seeing his little sister once more, he kept it at a low enough register to not disturb others in his joyous revelry. [color=mediumseagreen]"I..."[/color] He began to inquire as to the source of her sorrows, but felt it better to allow her to offer up the source if she so wished. 

By some miracle of the gods, Grey was confronted with yet another familiar face, coming now in the form of his good brother Beren. Another of the brood close to himself in ideology, Grey always had a special fondness in his heart for the muscular man. Though Beren was his senior in age, taller stature and more mature features might lead an outsider to believe that Grey was in fact the elder. A hearty laugh accompanied Grey's greeting to the kind hearted ranger, as well as a brief but warm embrace. [color=mediumseagreen]"Could this day improve any further? I think not!"[/color] Grey exclaimed jovially, basking in the happiness brought by the unexpected reunion that was slowly forming. His spirits were far higher than they likely should've been -a weak memory plagued the half elf, often clouding his more important thoughts. His entire quest to the Scuffed Boot was in the hope of gaining more information, for he had heard news of great importance regarding Brand of the Nightwood, the rumors that had spread from tavern to tavern already had fuzzy details, only clouded further in exposure to his failing memory. Grey had known his best hope would be to seek out his family to hear the full story -clearly important considering the number of them gathering at the time. 

When a shout grated against Grey's ears, he snapped to his feet rather abruptly, hand instinctively moving to the handle of his sword beneath his cloak. Only reunited for a matter of minutes, and Grey was already feeling protective of his 'little sister'. When his eyes locked with the shouting man, he instantly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face. He stepped back to lean against the bar, hand lazily grasping his pint of ale. He mused to himself over the events of the night. [color=mediumseagreen][i]"Ah, what are the odds of a reunion like this coming together so perfectly. This is just like a lazily written children's tale."[/i][/color] He thought, a lazy smirk falling across his bearded face.

His head half turned to the counter as he felt a tap on his shoulder. His smile grew even wider when he found it to be the ever friendly serving girl with whom he was so familiar. When he inquired as to what it was she needed, she rather crossly informed him that the supplies delivered were all as expected, save for the cider press. While a good enough cider press to do the job, she said, it would hardly be of any use without a handle. Grey seemed as surprised as she was, and might've claimed it be knocked off on the road if the removal hadn't been so clean. Grey himself was completely stumped, and could do no more than sheepishly apologize, and promise to find a solution in good will. The serving girl smirked as she left, perhaps happy to see Grey on the defensive -a rare sight indeed. 

An exotic voice dripping with an unidentifiable accent brought his attention back to the slowly growing group of family before him. Perhaps even more attention grabbing than the return of Ashira was this voice. Though he had known Kiera for only a brief year, much of that time spent in recovery, he had always been fascinated by the dark elf. Perhaps her blindness, perhaps the mystery surrounding her, perhaps her skills at working with her hands, something about her caught the special attention of Grey. Though he made efforts to keep tabs on his family when not connected by Brand, this effort was doubled in the case of Kiera. Perhaps a bit of an obsession, but Grey tried his best not to dwell on such thoughts. 

[color=mediumseagreen]"Stories aplenty I've heard, in a thousand variations of truth. I'll admit, I know not what to believe and what to dismiss, which is largely why I have sought you all out."[/color] Grey spoke up in response to Kiera, the end of his sentence changing to largely address the rest of the group.

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