Garlenn huffed, putting one ham sized fist on his hip, his other hand holding the massive axe resting over his shoulder. It seems everyone was now getting cozy with one another. Soon you'll have soft kisses behind tents, sweet nothings whispered in ears, and friendships powerful enough to last through this ordeal. How dramatic and touching, but it didn't serve to get them any closer to the BLEEDING DARKSPAWN. 

....Oh well. Might as well mingle with the singles. The Lady Knight was surrounded and not going anywhere anytime soon. Seems it was right time for him to make some friends. And who wouldn't want to be Garlenn's friend? He was as charming as a prince and as handsome as a Dwarf could be. He chuckled at his inner sarcasm, and realized that one particular person in here didn't think him any bit charming. He raised a brow at the other Dwarf in here, checking her out for a moment, before shrugging and stepping over to Ansgar and Gereth. 

"So, three warriors meet in a tent." he said. "If this entire meeting isn't a joke, then it might be a bit funny. So!" Garlenn placed the huge head of his Axe upon the ground and smacked his hands together. "What brings a Qunari and a brooding gentleman such as yerselves to this place?" he asked matter of factly. The Dwarf wasn't one to bandy words or be 'politically correct'. Avvar, Qunari, Vashoth, Man, Elf, Dwarf, cunt...didn't matter to him. He called them as he saw them, and killed who he needed to.