#baronyofthesilverwolf

"uhm.. so Sir Crawford Grimtooth, did I say that right?" Gladiola had really enjoyed David's company, and the baroness seemed ecstatic. But now she was having a meal with a redcap from Catawumpus because... damn it, Daireann offer hospitality as the Baroness reminded her.

He is picking his teeth with a rather large (and none-too-clean) dagger, and gives a resounding belch that rattles the (sturdy, not the fine china) plates on the table.

"Jus' Craw. We're both Knights here, yeh?" He eyes her over. "Say, how deep does that stone go? Is it like an M&M, crunchy shell, or are you rock clear through?" Curious.

"Skin," She answers honestly, "There's still muscle and bone . It's saved me a few times so I can't complain too much"

Gladiola is glad she's known Briar. It has braced her for redcaps better than she expected.

"Right handy that. There's a 'antrip whut does that like, but you got yers on permaninny." Approval in his grunt. "How'd you get snatched up by a Dragon lord whut with your being onna of the Daw-raaaawn? Thems battle elfs, mostly, not namy-pamby politicos."

He asks with no hesitation, not stopping to bother with thinking if his question might be sensitive, prying, or private affairs. After all, what cares a Redcap of such things?

"You'll mind what you say about the Baron under his own roof." her eyes narrow " He's more of a hunter than a politician. And he has done right by me. In fact, he was there at my dream dance with others as well. Ailil and Daireann have worked together before in fact in history, often to good effect. " she settles her tone "He was among those who helped rescue me. I was offered more than one place to go, and I chose to go with him. He has entrusted me with his hounds, and from that I've grown into a kennelmistress and a knight"

She decides her past life isn't going to be mentioned.

"Eh, ain't insultin' the feller, I hear he's a damn fine hunter. Erryone knows that Dragons are most deadly at court though, like."

"Me? Mulord Marrow said iffin other hoity-toits get to have knights, he might as well 'ave some too. And I did save his bacon from some bacon, more'n once. You ever hunt hogs?"

"Hog hunting? Yes. Deer more often, but Hogs can be vicious"

He eyes Gwen over - and gives a whistle at her spear. "That's a damn fine pigsticker you got there. Best way to go at 'em, keep em at a distance. Needs a proper crossguard though, else the big boars? You stab, and they'll run RIGHT UP THE SPEAR to get you."

"That's true, but you got to thin them out now and then or they tear the woodlands apart. I blame the Spainards for bringing them over" She admits perhaps mollified Craw trying to say he wasn't insulting the Baron, "And if you're using dogs you better have them trained to nip and run to soften them up"

A SNORT. “Don’t be tellin yer gramma how to knit. You wan come along a hunt? There’s a farmer down Allegheny way, bitchin and moanin on how a sounder done wrecked his entire melon patch. Hear him blab it, he’s ruined if he can’t pull a second harvest.” He rolls his eyes.

A brow lift, "Tempting" she admits, "I admit, a part of me wants to show you just how good my dogs are of all sorts. Though we mostly have working/guardian breeds here some of the hunting hounds are top notch."

"Huntin' hounds have their place. But they chase an' bay the prey. Hogs? They'se DIFFERN'T. His beady eyes gleam. "I got a spot for you in our next hunt, iffin y'wanna show us what yer made of."

"I might do that" she says, but then "But Craw, I'm not getting married anytime soon. I'm happy where I am. I don't want to lead you on with bullshit games or the like"

Then she seems hestiant about something

"Eh." He spits on the floor. "Weren't too keen on getting a ball-n-chain m'self. Don't get me wrong, yer comely and I'd smash that, but melikes a bit o freedom."

A bit of a choked gasp and the door to the hall shuts abuptly! Oh my, Marigold thinks! MUST GO WASH SOMETHING.

"Don't spit on the floor" She fusses "My mom cleans this place and that's not nice to her" Then she chuckles at the 'smash' comment "Oddly, I'm flattered. I do sometimes feel lonely here. Lately I'm just not syncing. I seem to miss the big events. But I'm not the star of any show and I need to learn that. So I might just take you up on that hunt to hang out, and yes, strut my stuff there. And you totally should stay free romantically if that's what makes you happy."

"Well, you DID pick a hold up in the arse end of nowhere." He says, logically. "Romance is fer the elves. I plays it real." He offers her a fist to bump, then pauses and rubs it clean on his shirt, and offers again. "Next weekend. Show up armed for bear." He eyes her. "Maybe not. Don't bring none of those jumpy hounds, they'll get fileted." He leans back, thinking. "That bear of yours, he might do a'ight iffin he knows how to take orders, right? Studded leather, if y'got it."

She bumps the fist "I LIKE Nowhere" She reminds "And Ivan is a savage when he needs to be, and a soldier when I tell him to be. " And a GOOD boy too

He shoves the chair back and stretches, scratching at an underarm. "Bring along a cooler. If you get a boar, you'll take home the meat. If a boar gets you, we'll ship ya back, fresh." A wide toothed grin.

That makes her laugh "Come on, I'll show you the other dogs. The glennies are small but fantastic ratters, and wait till you meet Ivan's mother. She's one bad ass bitch" Fondly . If he agrees, she'll show him the kennel with pride.

"Ya." He nods, and gamely goes along. He snorts a bit at the coursers, "Too skinny." But on a whole, very impressed!

Soon he's on his way, with a standing invite to Gwen if she wants to go on a hunt, soon.

Gwen actually gives her contact info, and unless her hold needs her that weekend, she'll go. She wishes him well. Oddly, she's glad the Baroness pushed for this. Can't go bitching about not having friends when I don't go out and meet a few. I wonder what Mavis is up to? Oh well, not like she's changed in just a week since I met her.

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