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"Coming, butler." Garrett grumbled as he gave himself a final look over in the mirror before him. He'd never been a man for shaving often, and trimming his hair, but with how the Lord had been in his meeting, it was for the best he groomed. So he had done, by grace of what was already made...

"Is it really so wise, Ser Garrett, that we continue?" Aeryn asked in that heightened tone. He really couldn't help the way he sounded. Pompous. He was always right. The Stalkers of Liadain were wading their way through a dense jungle, each of them sweating and completely exhausted. Alas, their...

Garrett stared long down the hall, eyes bounding between the mysterious disappeared child and the butler continuously. It was perhaps a servant of some kind, now being scolded for wandering late; for stealing a glance at the new arrival. The child would be noted. "I will take a tunic. The rest...

No verbal response was given as the Lord seemed to simply discard Garrett like a piece of foiled paper. The lumbering stalker would remain in place for but a moment, as though confused. Mathews quickly came to his aid, offering a departing inclination of his torso to his Lord and smiling...

"Then she can decide for herself if I am worthy of audience. I will seek out that which troubles you most, and see to it is handled." Garret finally decided. He was sent here with a task; find the gryphon. Perhaps acting upon what good may lie within his heart to aid these people would snuff out...

Garrett was ill-seen in the lighting that danced from the fire, nothing distinct about him other than his sheer height and wide build being visible; his signature plate and weaponry to boot. It had been a full day's journey into the woods, and come the first eve the stalker had seemed to find...

Garrett chewed on his tongue in thought. There was already beginning to be more to his secluded village than he'd originally imagined. With the mentions of an old mage elder, his interests found new peaks. "This Baron... Hoitentoff, I've yet to encounter the man or his men. What of his barony...

Supper. When was the last time Garrett had a proper meal? Forget a meal, what about a proper rest? Sure, he was fine enough traveling day and night; his training bid it so. Though, he would be a fool to pass up the opportunity. "Time to settle would be much appreciated, Lord Dafydd. The trip was...

"Townsfolk." Garrett answered flatly. His visor followed the man to his new seat with utter blankness. That was the nature of all helmets, no? A face of steel lacking all that made a face well... a face. His arm-plating emitted that low clatter once again as Garrett rolled his arms out before...

"You wouldn't have requested the presence of someone you didn't think could do the job, Lord Dafydd." Garret answered in short. Was there really more he had to say? Likely not. His rigid posture and stern gaze was telling enough of his tact for work. In continuation the large man labored a...

As the man he was searching for came into sight, Garrett marched his way towards him and only halted a foot's distance away. He sized the man from toe to top; the elder that was Rawn Claygen. For a man holding such a position, Rawn certainly looked the part. Just as well-suited to him was his...

The stalker listened intently, his posture rigid and unmoving all the while. Garrett had taken note of Lord Dafydd's changing demeanor when he began to describe his most recent clashes with the would be mages causing a stir. "Do you want the mages found and killed, Lord Dafydd?" He asked...

As inviting as they seat may have been, Garrett opted to stand. He was here to fulfill a task, and therefore had no desire to occupy himself with trivialities. The man rubbed his gloved hands over one another, seeing as they were now free of the articulated plate once fastened over them. That...

Garrett had been dispatched once more from the likes of his home; Blackwatch. The journey to yet another site of mystery and misfortune had not been overly long this time around. When he had arrived he did so in his trademark plate, it's articulated make decorated with fine engravings and a wolf...

The stalker peered long ahead down the path through town. He spotted where he believed the man was gesturing towards and made a mental note. "Right." Garrett said, the dark slits of his helmet turning to rest on the man once more. "If you see something within the wood, call for the stalker." He...