Grenneth arched an inquisitive golden brown when the human claimed that 'He' had been raving and had been 'Wreckless'.  Elves never raved about anything, at least the ones who knew better that was and as far as being reckless... he had no idea where she got that idea from, obviously she under a lot of stress and wanted to shift the blame onto somebody else. "There is no need for panic, child," he announced tranquilly but he wasn't talking to Abigail he was talking to the Elder!.<br/><br/>"Fortunately I have come, the orks are dead, there is nothing more to discuss," he announced keeping calm and cool as he if had been the one who had stepped in and saved the day. Grenneth of course knew he could tell nobody out The Master Key! And he wasn't sure if he could trust any of these... humans...  they were always irrational and prone to panic, it was best to be on his way as soon as possible.<br/><br/>"I do apologize for any damages," he sniffed disdainfully glancing around at the human architecture, he of course wouldn't say anything, no sense in hurting their feelings.  Grenneth then fished into belt and pulled out a silver coin and held it up out toward the Elder.  "If you please, child. I am afraid I cannot stay. I have important matters to be going about, could you point me toward an Inn?" he asked and then suddenly paused realizing that he wasn't wearing a shirt.<br/><br/>"And perhaps if you find me a clean shirt, I will reward you with another silver piece," he announced, and then glanced around at the coven of un frozen witches. "Good Afternoon. I don't believe we have met before, I am Lord Grenneth, I am an Embassador from my homeland we are seeking peace and hope to establish good relations with the locals in these lands," he announced in cool placid voice, it was almost true, he might as well be an Ambassador, but actually more accurate truth was he was a refuge from a war torn homeland.