[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]The Forest, The Wagon
                                                                           [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color] Satilla, Keystone, Wagon, Lerraina, Cyneburg, Ash 

Once Keystone let go, Calanon was pushed down into the mud. His fit body and powerful legs kept him and the wagon upright just as soon as his boots and legs had sunk deep enough into the muck to hit rock bottom. Well...he was never one to complain usually, and he could tell Keystone's ire was rising. The group had a discussion, he heard Ash growling which concerned him, and a new face emerged. 'Hi' he was going to say, but he barely had any breath in him. 

Thankfully, Keystone was angered enough to stomp back to the wagon and lift it up fully. It lurched and then rose, Calanon going from trying to keep it steady to almost being lifted himself. "[color=00ff66]Oh...well done.[/color]" he said once he let go and landed, bending his back with an acrobat's flexibility and hearing a satisfying crack from it. He then stood normally, rolling his arm and letting out a breath. [i]That was an ordeal[/i], he thought to himself. He gave a nod to Satilla and Cyneburg.

The Elf looked with concern over to Ash, only to see the Wolf looking none the worse for wear. He smiled warmly to the beast, and snapped for Brogach to come over. Red fur sleeked with rain, the large Elk deftly waded through the mud as he approached. So as not to be rude, Calanon stepped away from the looming wagon and gave a respectful bow to this new woman. "[color=00ff66]Greetings, and you have my thanks...for pissing Keystone off enough to have him do that.[/color]" he said with an amiable smile. "[color=00ff66]It's an honor to meet you, Gretchin. I'm Calanon, I'm another new face. Brogach, say hi.[/color]" The Elk shook its head, rain drops flying everywhere, and he snorted. It was hard to tell if he was actually greeting, being rude, or simply being a simple beast. 

He heard Cyneburg's questioning, and despite his pleasant greeting he had his suspicions too for the moment. He gave the Half Orc a knowing look. Judging from Brogach's manner, he thought it prudent to keep an eye on her. But he would never treat someone with distrust or disrespect off the bat unless they gave him reason to. He'd keep his reservations locked away.