Grar stood up taller and gave the other person a grin, giving a single wave of his hand. "Heya. I'm Grargari." He stated simply, and a bit like an excited dog, to the lady that had appeared from the brush. To be honest, yea, he was startled a little bit, but he definitely felt less threatened to see what it was. Here he was expecting some sort of monster or something to come stalking out of the brush.

He was a bit disappointed in his predatory senses letting him down like that though. Reaching up to rub his nose with a gloved hand, Grar shifted his weight onto his hip. "Who're you?" He'd hope they'd at least have the decency to return their name, since he had practically blurted his out in excitement. He took a moment to try and think of why this person may be out here in the woods an oh! Water?! He looked at her and then turned to face the spring once more, sidling out of her way, moving a hand to motion to the water.

To be honest, he was feeling kinda thirsty his self, but he had a canteen on his person for a reason. Pulling it free from his hip, he took a quiet drink and moved back to sit next to the cool water. The breeze coming off of the small water fall was pleasant to the thicker man. His thick hair held heat in general, and any sort of relief was a goddess send. It... may also be a problem that his ears were tucked under a heavy, black hat.

Grar was now squatting by the spring once again before slowly, rolling onto his heels to flop onto his butt. "Hiya Myrna." He grinned up at her, fiddling with the brim of his hat just for somethin to do. She was one of him, she had to be... well. Yea, he was a minish, but only half. Still! She carried the scent of a Minish as well as the look.

Was he lost? Furrowing his brows, he shook his head and let out a lazy, drawn out "Naaaaah." Thinking on it for a moment, he may as well admit it. If she was a Minish, it was only a matter of time before she saw him workin away as one of the Sentinels. It was already good she didn't seem to know much about him. "M' one of ya I do believe. Takin a break from the guardin n what not." He admitted, taking his hat off and ruffling his hair and ears to prove a point. Relief washed over his face as the breeze filled his hair, taking away the hot air that had been stored under the heavy piece of clothing.

His tail was still hidden underneath of his cloak, but that thing could just stay settled down like it was. Just like a dog, he was notorious for cleaning off tables with his tail. "Why ya askin? Just a curious lil thin' er did ya need directions to the village?" Grar began to relax a little more, the obvious start he had gotten was worn off now. He actually found it amusing and silly how badly he had been keyed up for potential danger when he probably could have smelled a monster coming from a mile away. Well, the ones that stink, that is.

Her broken english was actually kinda adorable, if it weren't for the fact that it meant she probably didn't deal with many people. Well. At least she wasn't feral. "Why thank ya. Not everyday I see a Minish that I ain't seen before." He admitted, placing the hat between his legs and leaning forward to fill his canteen again. A wonderful tool. He was beyond grateful that his mother was a hylian, that his parents were travelers. He may not remember too much, but he learned enough to make up for his lack of book smarts.

"Why dya say that? Sometimes its nice ta have a talk with strangers. Not everyone is as social as everyone though." He frowned to his self as he defeated his own comment with a shutdown. In fact, he seemed mildly confused now, his self. Shaking his head and putting the canteen back to his hip, he remained sitting, but still made motions with his hands as he spoke. "Long time since ya last met another one of us? What keeps ya away from the village? If I dare ask ya."

It seriously was a daring question. He could understand not wanting to be looked at by others sometimes. When they knew what ya were and what ya did... some of them gave ya nasty, scornful looks. Even his own grandparents shot him looks that could catch a man on fire if they were made of magic. It was his fault for what happened to their son, yea. But he had thought family would learn to forgive one another after some time. Ya know, it was an accident. Wasn't like it was on purpose.

But while the question was daring. He was Grar, and he was stupid. His curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn't take the question back now.

He frowned some and leaned forward a touch more, one gloved hand running through his hair, between his wolf like ears. "Bad 'sperience. Sorry ta hear that, Myrna." it was truly a shame that there always seemed to be someone or something out there to ruin something for someone. Gritting his teeth, he took a moment to try and imagine someone that could be cruel to a woman like this. Nothing came up, so he just relaxed his jaw and let loose a heavy sigh.

She went on to explain more and his frown deepened further, eyebrows knitting together. "I... I'm sorry. What sorta purpose ya lookin fer?" He asked, picking his hat back up and concealing his ears once more before they started to betray emotions. He didn't wanna scare this fox off with his body language. "Nah. I travel. Parents were travelers, had me on the road and kept on goin. Ain't no better feelin than travelin with someone ya know n trust." He rattled on, head still turned upwards to keep an eye on the fellow minish.

It seemed like she was opening up to him quite a bit now, maybe he earned a lil bit of her trust. It was nice, really, he didn't see his self as an all too approachable fella, even when he was being open. Poor Guau on the other hand... just couldn't get them to stick around him. Something about his aura upset the other minish. They couldn't be blamed though, they were both predators, but his friend was something more than a predator, it felt like. For a moment, he wondered where Guau was now, but pushed the thought out of his mind, keeping his attention refocused back on Myrna.

This one was definitely missing out on some experiences. "Yup. Carts and what not." He almost motioned to his back, where concealed under his cloak, just like his tail, was his crossbow and bolts. The large, grey cloak, mottled green, served it's purpose well. The only thing indicating what he was being a faint emblem of his father's crest on it, and underneath, his last name, written in hylian. "There's a whole glorious world out there, just waitin fer ya ta see it Myrna." he grinned and tipped his head a little, pushing his self to his feet to stretch his back some.

Now the biggest problem was traveling with Grar. Grar's scent, his aura, everything about him radiated alpha predator. Of course, while it wasn't Guau, it was still that of a large beast. This girl though didn't seem off put at all, maybe that was a good thing... maybe it was bad. Grar was dangerous to be around for extended periods of time due to his anger control, and if they encountered anything along the way, while yes, he would be able to protect her. That wasn't the problem. The problem was his tenacity, and his tendency to lose control of his self entirely. Couple that with his monstrous strength and... well, she seemed nimble and quick enough to get away if worst came to worst. Grar was slow, and lacked agility.

He was just scared of hurtin her. He was scared of hurting others in general.

"I'd be more than happy ta teach ya about the world. Mind ya, I ain't too smart outside of street smarts, but I can do my best." Fiddlin with the brim of his hat, he looked down at Myrna, keepin to his full height simply for the fact that he wanted to look around, nose sniffing the surroundings as the wind blew. "Ordon got messed up a lil while back, there ain't much left at all hun." He mentioned, a frown creasing his face at the memory of what lay there the last time he saw it. There were rumors left and right, but nothing for certain. "I ain't sure what happened to it, the rumors are goin crazy. But I can show you what's left of the place if ya'd like?"

The frown that creased the large man's face stayed in spot as he watched her body language die off like an impaled animal. "Why? Don't nobody around here know for sure, but trust me darlin, the Minish village already knows about Ordon. Some other minish discovered its state a lil while back and that's when all the rumors started up." He explained, a gloved hand running under his cloak to scratch at his arm.

His tail still stayed stock still, limp behind him, the grey object seemed just as lifeless as Myrna's face appeared to him. I'll take you to Ordon, sure. We'll go from there. But if ya start gettin too uncomfortable now, ya gotta lemme know. It can be kinda hard lookin at the rubble." Of course, she should know that though. Taking a few steps in the direction of the village, he stopped to look back at her. "So you'd be willin ta help men ya don't know? Mighty sweet of ya Myrna. Somethin I can respect if that's the case." Just to keep a conversation going. Sometimes a quiet walk was nice, but silence also meant being left alone to your thoughts.

With the way her face was paled and her delight seemed to be sapped out of her soul, he didn't want to leave this sweet lil thing alone to whatever demons may be floatin around in her head. His wolf like ears flicked underneath the top of his hat as he continued walking through, making a trail to Ordon for her, slowly though, occasionally checking back to make sure she kept up with him.