Not knowing what he had gotten himself into, Garsot stood firm with staff in hand as the small creature got up and faced him. He gripped tighter on the staff as it shook itself off, prepared for whatever move it was about to make...or so he thought.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"Who is you?" She demanded with a pout, her tail slapping the ground in alarm. Her expression changed when she saw the stick, her ears flopping upwards as her tail began to wag to and fro. "Is play!" She suddenly chirped, her rump beginning to shake around with excitement. "Is play with the Ah-ley-oh?" She inquired with a happy smile, starting to bounce about and bat at the air with her paw.</span><br/><br/>Either this creature did not recognize the serious of the situation or it was trying to trick Garsot into lowering his guard; either way, Garsot kept his composure with it, "I am Ga...," as he began to introduce himself he felt something crash against his head with a smacking forcing, breaking his balance as well as his concentration. Before he could see what had hit him he was tackled to the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"WHY! WOULD! YOU! ATTACK! A! POOR! ORPHANED! DRAGON! LIKE! THAT!"</span>Garsot heard the yelling as he was being attacked on the ground, unable to make out his assailant. Whoever it was finished its attack with some choice words to follow up,<span style="color: #0000FF">"Don't ever even threaten Alleo! or Paw-Lizard will come for you."</span>This gave Garsot time to recognize the hand-headed lizard from before. "You're a lot stronger than I imagined and your magic is impressive. But you meddle in affairs that are not your own and you have in your hands something very precious to me..." the dead, cold eyes looking at the staff then back at the lizard, "...attacking me from behind gave you that advantage...you should have kept it." Garsot caught his breath as he got ready to go on the offensive with the lizard-creature, hoping it was not going to come to this. Just as he is about to get up, yet another one from the earlier group makes their way over;<br/><br/>"What in the world are you doing attacking someone out of the blue like that!" She glared at the small creature and turned. She kneeled by the person. "Are you alright did he hurt you?" She smiled sweetly at the man. She turned back and glared at powland still not knowing his name. "Im Eira" She stood offering her hand to the man.<br/><br/>Garsot's attention was taken away from the lizard-creature as he looked up at the young lady who had offered him her hand and seemingly genuine words of concern.<span style="font-style: italic">Perhaps there is no threat here?</span>He thought to himself as he reached out to meet her hand with his. "I am Garsot," he spoke gently as he shook her hand and then got himself off the ground, "and I am fine. Luckily, pain is one thing I can't feel or else that attack would have me hurting right now." He smirked at the wizardly lizard still holding his staff. Letting himself relax a bit, Garsot listens to the small creature as she protested the lizard-creature's interruption,<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Why is you hit at? We is play game of fun! I is call game : Stick-dance!"</span><br/><br/>He was almost certain there was no ploy being played on him with the little one or the others which had given him a great sense of relief, though did not cure him of his curiosity of its ties with Sehrt. He looks to the hand lizard again, "I assure you that I will not attack this creature nor anyone else. I was merely guarding myself in case I provoked some sort of attack with my questioning of this one," he points at the dragon-ling in a non-menacing fashion, "so would you mind handing my staff back?" He clutched his hairy hands firmly at the thought of the staff being held by someone other than himself. "That staff and I, along with this armor and mask," he explains as he taps on the mask, "are bound to each other and really hate being apart."