After moving an especially large piece of the destroyed wall away from a surviving guardsman trapped below Tyger wipes sweat from his brow. He accepts a drink of water from one of the women that had come to help in any fashion they could. Pausing briefly in his exhausting work he looks at Drizzt with a small smile. “Your daughter has seen that which I become and until yesterday was the only person not to respond to it with fear. Let’s just say that the name I chose for myself as a lad became quite fitting some twelve or thirteen years later.  I slew a monster terrorizing a small village at nearly the cost of my own life and having a part of the beast passing on to me. I turned what is a curse for most into a blessing by not giving into it and learning to control it instead of letting it control me. I too have fought were-rats. It is usually the weak and cowardly that fall victim to that curse and they become cowardly but not so weak vile creatures that always gather together in packs and prey upon anything and anybody that gets to close.”<br/><br/>Tyger resumes his work of rescuing survivors but continues to address Giselle’s father when his efforts allow him to talk. “Giselle and I met and ended up fighting a great enemy together about half a century ago. She greatly impressed me with her since of honor, courage, and skill. We traveled and fought together for several months. I would have stay with her than but as I’m sure you know, she was recently heartbroken back then. It was still a fresh wound and I knew she was not ready to accept another in to her life so once the threat was no longer I went my own way. Happily though the fates have brought our paths back together.” He raises one eyebrow and cocks his head in a very feline gesture. “I have to admit that I am mildly surprised that she has not shared that adventure with you or your sons, but I guess she didn’t want to talk about me to her family after we went our separate ways.”