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The experienced hunter named Griz seemed to relax, Greslarch snorted then sat on his haunches by a tree giving the goblins space [color=9e0b0f][i]'Rest before hunt...'[/i][/color] the wolf barked at Twig to which he nodded [color=c4df9b]"Yes brother,"[/color] turning his gaze to Griz, Twig looked the hunter up and down noting the scars and other distinguishing features of Griz with his pale green eyes [color=c4df9b]"Your company is welcome,"[/color] finalky the druid answered [color=c4df9b]"You look like you've experienced some...Interesting hunts"[/color] he said carefully deliberating on his use of the word 'interesting' cause he was sure Griz had experienced something a bit worse than a botched hunt.

[color=c4df9b]"How well do you know these woods Griz?"[/color] Twig asked glancing off into the woods, he looked west where he knew his old home had been. It was miles away but he could still see it clearly in his memories. The druid frowned sadly, his eyes looked distant as he remembered the past. Twig sighed and shook his head letting his hair out from under the mantle, turning his attention back to Griz.