When woman commented about taken to much of the root. Grenneth blinked as he scratched at his arms, "Well it was just a pinch of root... and then another, and a bigger piece... well I possibly shouldn't have chewed that much....," he rambled and then grinned a big toothy grin, the sort of thing no respectable elf would be seen doing, "I do feel kind of fuzzy all over," he admitted.<br/><br/>When the witch offered him an antidote in small rapped up in the form what looked like a some kind of sweat in the palm of her hand, the elf shook head and snorted, "Pifff! I am fine! I feeeeeel great!" he assured her,  "I feel like shoot my bow,  Where is my bow...?"  he asked and then looked up blinking his dilated eyes several more times rapidly. "Why is everybody frozen? ....hhhmmmm maybe yes .... It must be the root...Oh no, I took too much," he said and leaned his head back let out a big overly dramatic sigh snatched the little candy out of her hand and plopped it into his mouth, chewing it rapper and all.<br/><br/>In a matter of seconds, sobering pain! lots of pain racked his body as feeling surged through his limbs.... However the elf straightened and his blue eyes grew sharp and his face grew somber and serene, revealing nothing of the weariness or the burning soreness and terrible dull ash left over from the healed wounds.<br/><br/>In an instant Grenneth assumed a tall authoritative military posture hands behind his back as he gave room one brief scan and lowered his gave down toward Abigail and then focused his attention back on the Elder standing in front of him.  "Why is she on the floor and why are they frozen?" he asked... as obviously had small gap in his memory. "Who sent you?" he asked, but his features remained placid and calm...