"I am not the one to ask for that hand in marriage", Garrett said. The inquisitor was not just concerned with the time table. The contents of the stew were on his mind. grinding bones to make bread was how the story went.<br/><br/>Giving a look to the ladies he traveled with and then Jack, he looked at the boy. "I suggest that you focus on getting the goose, and getting home, otherwise you'll have more than just a soured sorceress to contend with. You're young, but you asked for help, and now you're lost in the shake of emerald's hips. We still have giant to steal from.<br/><br/>Calculating eyes looked at the hole. He felt he could slip through if needed. Opening and shutting the door might tip off the giant. Though if they could slip in...<br/><br/>"i think we should all follow her suggestion", Garret said,"sorry I didn't get your name. Still we can slip in lock the door from the inside and that can buy us some time. we just need to get in, get out, and make sure the giant can't follow. Or at least has a hard time of it."<br/><br/>Readying his repeatign crossbow and loading some of the higher quality bolts, Garret looked to the door. "remember Jack, mission first, and hormones later. Obsessing over a person an manhandling them is no way to winning any favor", he advised the young man and avoided gender for Emerald's sake. Garret wasn't sure how he'd handle a gender swap, so he was trying to be sensitive. The inquisitor felt lucky, he seemed to have changed the least...physically. Though if he were a less noble man he'd certain appreciate the company, at least visually.