“I was born ready”, Grim replied with another of his grins showing of the white teeth you get from a lifetime of eating game meat and plants from the forest. He emptied his mug in one go and grabbed it with one hand and the half full pitcher he had ordered with the other. He wasn’t far behind the elf and just behind him was his dog. Grim looked at her shape from behind, she had a field outfit, like a ranger, but it was tight. She had the body of a young woman but Grim couldn’t get his age-speculations out of his mind.<em>Forget about it Grim, elves are semi-gods of nature, better to stick to humans. </em>Another woman where sitting at the table the elf where heading towards. She was young and pretty and had the same silver hair as the elf but she didn’t look like an elf. Even thou she was sitting he could see that she carried two swords. She definitely didn’t look like a fighter, actually she looked weak; a typical product of civilization. Grim’s eyes were drawn to the red gem around her neck. That looked precious indeed! Grim lowered his gaze a bit so it wouldn’t be too obvious what he was really looking at, and admired her well developed bosom instead. It didn’t occur to him that looking at a woman’s breasts might be ruder than evaluating her possessions among cultured peoples ((Grim doesn’t know about Ariadne’s and Ebony’s affection to each other)). Grim sat down at the table and spoke:<br/><br/>“My name is Grim, Grim Direwolf, nice to meet you ladies”.