A chill ran uphis spine at that oh-so-familiar accent, he wasn't afraid of the gilneans, they just gave him the creeps (he'd learnt of their condition the hard way ).<br/><br/>He takes yet another step closer to the elf, turning so be stands close to her side, eyeing the newcomers curiously while offering his hand to the druidess. "Konrad, an honour... I believe, I were to show you to a warm bed, yes?" His voice is gruff, a low tone ebbs through each of his words.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>