Unlike the others, Grummush had participated fully in the feast. His dark green skin and scarred body kept most of those that like to brawl away from trying to pick a fight. And those that felt they could take him were easily taken down. But Grummush was agreeable with ale in his hand and laughed at their attempts. He had grabbed a random woman from the crowd and simply had her sit on his lap while he drank and enjoyed watching the others. She made no real attempt to move away and indeed kept glancing at his pants as though expecting the green beast to be unleashed. But that wasnt what he wanted, mostly just companionship, because normal women had a bit to compare to from his old mate. The red tribal on his body glowed softly in the firelight as he sighed in remembrance.<br/><br/>The next morning he awoke to an empty tent and a little bit of a hangover. To tide himself over he drank a little bit to even it out and packed up his gear. He walked slightly ahead of the group, scouting the surrounding area. He had learned the hunter ways and kept a hatchet in his hand for anything that might be out of place.<br/><br/>As they set up for the night Grummush was about to call for first watch when a woman called out that she would. Shrugging he looked back to the one legged man and laughed lightly. "A harem of women...while fun might make a bit of a piss poor treasure. Unless of course it winds up being an orgy or something." He pulled out a flagon of ale and took a swig out of it, sighing with content. "Just hope they have a bit more bite."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>