#baronyofthesilverwolf

Gwen returns, bloody and wounded, but smiling. Her dog has a scratch or two, but held on remarkably well. "Mom, we got pork!"

In the parlor, Marigold is seated with a tea service in front of her. "Oh, surely it can't be as bad as all that. Won't you have some tea? Coffee?" A pause and she offers, "Brandy?" Uncertain of the Glome's age, though his carved marble skin looks youthful.

Her eyes widen at the sight of Gwen’s condition but she quickly recovers with a warm smile. "Of course you do! I knew you'd take down one of those invasive monsters without trouble." Belying the relief in her expression as she does a mental check that all limbs are intact on her daughter.

David turns to Gwen - who notices that he is wearing a loose robe over his sculpted male figure. She recognizes one of the silk dressing gowns they keep on hand for troll guests. He makes it look good... the glome regards her, curiously. "Are you injured?"

"Well, after an invitation like that from Sir Crawford, I.... " A grin from the scraped stone skinned girl, "David, how are you?"

As for wounds, even her mighty stone skin took a chipping, but the cut is bandaged.

She takes the moment to put her share of the kill away before returning promptly back.

Marigold sets aside the teapot and hurries to Gwen's side, clucking and tsking over the scratches.

David, with a measured tone, replies, “I am well, thank you. Steward Marigold has been most gracious." He takes the opportunity to set down the teacup that he had been cradling with concerned care.

"She's the best" Gwen says, though as her mother clucks over her she grows a touch embarrassed, "I'm fine mom. Clean bandage and all." Mom, not in front of the cute guy