<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Gerik; on Crete</strong></span></div>____________________________________________<br/><br/>Gerik was letting his breathing even out, his body somewhat weary from the battle. Once he had rested enough Gerik stood straighter, once again looking sadly at the destruction. As anger roiled inside, Gerik went to step forward on his way to kill more bandits, he felt a hard and blunt object placed against his back.<br/>Gerik's first instinct was to make the fool pay for not striking him with what he assumed was a hammer or club, and he gripped his trident, ready to twist suddenly and swipe the person's feet away. However he didn't get to as the person spoke, revealing it as a her, and from the way she spoke she was a native on Crete. He relaxed his body, trying to appear harmless, as much as one could while holding a weapon that is.<br/>"I assure you fair maiden, I've no inclination to do harm to any who do not deserve it. Myself and my fellows have come seeking repairs, and are now exterminating these vermin who have so plagued Crete," he answered truthfully, turning his head to look back at her.