Godric tried his best to keep the airs of civility about him, as Edwin’s lizards thundered their way towards Taproot: but he couldn’t hide from himself the wariness their sudden appearance inspired. Although decidedly different from their savage amphibious cousins, lizards- those flashes of furless flesh moving quick and steady towards him- still made his heart pound behind his eyes. He shifted restlessly from one foot to the next, and left a ginger-cuffed paw hovering over the pommel of his sabre as Edwin’s wagon rolled towards the castle gates. Still, however, he made the effort to smile politely as the new arrival talked, although said smile was rehearsed, stale and not all too comforting – as oft Godric’s smiles were. It grew a little warmer once he caught sight of the doubt in the other mouse’s face, though, and he was marginally endeared – at least he wasn’t alone, in thinking that this was hardly a place befitting a title so grand as [i]castle.[/i]

[color=seagreen]”Aye, and well met, Watcher: you’ve found Taproot, small but stubborn.”[/color]
Or so, at least, he was told. He took a moment to scan the wagon, eyes narrowed slightly – in that way he narrowed them whilst trying to gauge a distant terrain. This assignment had been an unfortunate one, because Godric found himself fiercely out of his element: he was a man of the trails, and preferred to face dangers he could scout out, first. Disease was a whole different beast, which oozed puss and spread invisibly – he might never see it coming, eyes narrowed or no. It made his fur stand on end.

[color=seagreen]”Watcher Godric of Glenstone, glad to meet you. I suppose we better get your people inside, hadn’t we?”[/color], he proposed, although the gesture only made his anxieties worse. What was it he was about to bring upon himself? 

He made moves towards opening the gate, but spoke as he did so: [color=seagreen]”First, though, is that wagon air tight? How are you feeling?”[/color]