[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

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Grian turned another corner, his eyes shining in the moonlight as he looked around the dusty alleway. Parts of this town weren't exactly the safest, and even to an experienced fighter like him, it could be trouble if he gets assaulted here. But then again, he is the definition of a beast, standing 7 feet tall, covered in thick fur with sharp teeth lined up in his smile. He instinctively grabbed the two swords hanging from his belt as he heard a noise. The leather covered grips firmly adjusted to his paws, and the engrave in the guard lit up from the light that hit it. He slowed down, and took small steps towards the voice whilst holding onto his swords like a fanatic. His ears turned from sdie to side, looking for teh source of the sound, the fur on them waving from the midnight breeze. The massive body moved unlike anything it's size, swiftly darting across the narrow street to the next corner. The origin of the sound became clearer as Grian got closer to the corner. It was someone or something crying closeby. He stopped for a second and took a clsoer look at the crummy houses that lined the street. It took him a second to locate himself, but as soonas he did a light sigh left his lungs in accknowledgement. He was close to the bar, and if a Crier was to be here he could possibly leg it. His body took a fencing pose without his knowing, and his mind was already set for a fight, before he even realized what he was doing.

But as he turned around the corner, swords drawn and ready to strike, Grian only saw a young woman crying on the ground, her face already filled with gleaming tears. He carefully sheated his swords, and his face took up more disappointed look. He listened for anything else, but the only thing he could hear was the light wind catching into the clothes that were hanging above the street. He walked closer to the girl and searched around his pockets for something that could be useful. Soon enough a small nanpking with words sewn into it appeared in his hand, and Grian kneeled down in front of the girl and began speaking to her in a calm voice. "Calm down girl. What are you crying about." It didn't seem like the girl recognized his presence yet so he held the napkin in front of him and spoke up a tiny bit louder, but still with the soft tone as before. "Don't cry now, everything's okay. Here, take this for your tears."