Redhawk Caldera I TOUCHED IT ON THE BOOTY AND WE EMERGED LIKE GRAVY ON SOFT APPLE JUICE

Trick didn't really care about height, or size, and therefore felt less uncomfortable in this situation. The only thing he would ever say about size was that they should not write him off just because he wasn't a brute. That's right, he hadn't said anything about his poisoning skills, perhaps proving that his raging fire inside was dying down. Maybe it really had been the Keep that was fueling his anger... Nah, he was always angry at himself, but without he wouldn't be Trick.

He bowed down, somewhat, his regular way of showing some respect to his superior-something he had never truly meant at the Keep after Warbone's sudden departure. He was shocked to hear Grace wanted to instead be a naturalist. That wasn't Grace at all. He knew she liked herbs and stuff, but naturalist was something way more. It was having peace with nature or something- or did she have abilities he didn't know about? His ears twitched somewhat when the strange tall man spoke, but he kept them low. As long as he didn't look him in the eye, everything would be perfectly fine. 

I'm sure I could provide some food for your wolves as well. Or, well, I'll try my very best to do so. He spoke with less confidence than usual- but he doubted the man would notice. They had barely met after all. If it helps, I studied poisons for a great portion of my life. He said as he went back to standing. His back was aching because of the journey here, and to screw it up more by bowing for a somewhat handsome man that hadn't even revealed his name yet was not what seemed the best option here.