[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
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Sir Garrett wished he could see the look on Tyaethe’s face as it would have been priceless. Sir Garrett watched her take her group of Knights leading them away from Fanilly. The choice of Sir Tiral was absolutely a poor one but Sir Garrett didn’t mind, it meant he could do his damn job without worry about commanding green knights. With a heavy he resettled his warmaul on his shoulder and approached Fanilly. “If it’s all the same to you Captain I’ll let the vets go with the others and stick with you. Best to have a big person to make the enemy aim at.”

Turning to see Iowerth; Sir Garrett flashed a grin at the Knight. It had been such a long time since the two of them had been on campaign together. No surprise to see him go with Sir Aethlemund really. Given the choice he’d have gone too, but it looked like the others had spread out leaving him with Fanilly. Not the worst thing ever given that Tarrya was already in the woods hopefully in a position to help with the ambush. With a short wave of his shield Sir Garrett made sure Iowerth could see him. 

As he waved the mountain of a man caught the eye of Marianne and flashed her a reassuring half smile as she decided to go with Sir Aethlemund; and for good reason too. Nodding Sir Garrett gave her another smile. Settling in next to Fanilly he let his warmaul slide to the hilt before he let it drop to the ground allowing the leather strap on the end of it to hang from his wrist. Stretching towards his left he pulled on the weight and popped his shoulder. 

An old injury in the shoulder bothered him from time to time usually after combat. It wasn’t really anything that prevented him from doing his job but it was uncomfortable to say the least. Rolling his neck he looked over the group of Knights slowly. This should be rather interesting to say the least.

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