The Lifestock keeper would look at Tiavano, and nervously laugh. "Oh, Great Gold one, this ugly... Thing, you don't want it. It's an abomination. But, for you, we will show of this cursed bastard to you-" The keeper said, before yelling off for other keeper's to open the metal crate. The crate was beginning to open, and slowly it opened, revealing the disgusting, abominable bastard creation of high society. It was terrible, his look seemed to be of a werewolf that was being digested by slime... Yet he actually wasn't. They take out Grezra through a leash, as he would look downwards, not saying a word. They whip the back of him to make him hurry out of the metal cage. They then make him bow, his head slamming down onto the ground.<br/><br/>Grezra was curious. His head coming up to look at wyrm slowly. His eyes observing her like eye candy. She looked... Soft. He would hold out a hand, before it was whipped away. He growls, a gurgling sound intact with his growl. He looked back to the metal cage, blinking a moment, realizing he left his rocks that the keeper's had given him to play with. He whimpers, and begins to speak in his deep, almost demonic tone from his messed up voiced. "Rrrrrooooooccckkkss..." He says, holding his hand out, but is forced to stand attention to the Gold wyrm. He was seeming to have a fit, and it was odd of almost any creature most have seen. "Rrooocckkkss... Fuuunnn... Toooooyyys..." His gurgling voice sounds off to speak, clawing at the air to try and get the rocks, even if it's impossible. What a strange creature. First he tried to touch the soft stomach of the golden lady, next he isn't even paying attention because of... Rocks??? This was a certainly odd fellow.