[h1][center][color=Silver]Silme[/color][/center][/h1]

[color=Silver]"Oh shut up, you wannabe-know-it-all bitch,"[/color] Silme couldn't help the growled response that made it's way past his lips, his eyes narrowing as he stared at the blue stranger, ears flat against his head as he turned to face her. He knew an insult when he heard one, and he would be damned before he let this one slide. [color=Silver]"What the fuck else could it be?!?!? We know for a fact it ain't bandits, or else it would have said so in the quest description, so the obvious answer is that it's Grimm. It might be some new form of grimm, Maidens' fucking know the bastards have a habit of surprising us with shit like that, but still just a fuckin' Grimm. So take the oh-so-high-and-mighty attitude of yours and stick it right up your goddamn ass."[/color]

Silme almost spit at the woman's feet, but just held himself back from doing so. He'd gotten his point across, and whether the bitch took to or not wasn't his issue. He listened to Tori list their options, and felt that the one they should take was obvious. [color=Silver]"If we take the long path, we might as well stay here, the Grimm-oh wait I'm sorry, 'unidentified target' will probably be long gone by then.[/color] Silme made especially dubious air quotes around the word unidentified target, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of the stranger's warning. They were Huntsmans, and Huntsman only got called in for Bandits or Grimm, as there was little else in remnant that really required them to step in and handle things. [color=Silver]"They don't tend to stick around too long if it ain't their turf. I'm sure with this many Huntsman, we can handle one trek through a forest to cut the travel time down and actually get there in time to do something."[/color]