"I know you're hiding in here… Come on out! Come out!" wielding his axe by grasping the handle close to the tool's head, the tall man was moving with around awfully quiet steps, if not for the flooring being made from wooden planks that often creaked under his weight, Griar might not be able to hear his footsteps at all, but in any case, the axe-man was a talkative sort anyways.
"Now… Now… You have no business here, little piggy… This is the chief's dwelling, an outsider has no right to walk these halls without her permission!" he clicked his tongue in a bizarre manner, but unfortunately, he refused to move far away from the manor's back entrance, he hovered in between rooms close to it for now, always returning to the door afterward, unless Griar decided to run, he could not get out without running into him.
