Jarl shook the hand offered, then he nods. Wearing a sort of weary, lost look.<br/>"I'll tell my sister you think that.  She loves hearing how much good she has done."<br/>For a moment a slight hue comes to his cheek, but he nods.<br/>"Of course. And it's a nice way to put 'when you killed the baby sister of the most influential shifter in the North of Britain'."<br/>Rubbing some sweat from his browhe heads to a table by the closest wall, fetching a bottle of water before looking at them again.<br/>"I'd been dealing with some lesser threats that day, nothing major. I was in the vicnity of the town of Farnham when I got word of wargr activity nearby. Farnham is home to more than a thousand people, but they got nothing in the way of protection beyond some humans with guns and spears. And against  wargr that is not enough. So I intercepted it. Only problem was it wasn't a lone wolf like I thought but a grizzly bear. I got it down after about an hour of fighting, dragged it back to London then went home."<br/>He accepts a T-shirt from the cheerful gal from earlier that passes by and puts it on.<br/>"It was odd...I'm told the girl was a very disciplined shifter, but it's been long since I saw a wargr as bad as her. The smell of decay was almost palatable around her...If you've ever smelt it? They smell like it, all of them. Like sick flesh, diseased and full of rot."