He took his seat on the ground, although sitting on the ground was a rather awkward task for a Gargoyle, especially one of Gregory's size. Kneeling down and crossing his legs was difficult, given the need to maneuver three limbs into a position and elevating his folded wings higher from the ground. It took some finagling, but eventually, after a few slow plods of knee, claws, fists and a few slams of his tail did he manage to sit upon the cool earth. It might have been rather comically really to watch a massive gargoyle attempt to sit down with the grace of an elephant.

So they were followed. It seems the Ebon was not all too willing to let business be conducted without sticking her nose into it. Technically speaking whatever this may have been, prior to such knowledge, was none of her concern. Although now with these Screams casting their lot here, well, perhaps it was now. either way, the ruckus the made fighting suggested they had at least attempted to put up a fight. Although it seemed it only took one giant of a human to finish the job and take out an Ebon and her two associates. Seemed rather unfair give the numbers, yet the human seemed to be able at combat.

[i][b][Color=4863A0]"Very well. Warlord Keelie of Blood Vines, what is your base price."[/color][/b][/i] It was not a question, but perhaps a statement. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"And what of those three."[/color][/b][/i] Gregory broke eye-contact for a moment to refer to the three less-than-conscious fools which had followed for some odd reason. Although again, more of a statement than a question given the flat-tone Gregory ended upon rather than the turning of the inquisitional phrase. [i][b][Color=4863A0]"And will the blood-debt be paid by blood?"[/color][/b][/i] This one was a question. Inquired simply rather than the last two flat statements.