Upon hearing rumor that sorites against the Cult are being planned by Griff, Gel frowns.Muse, hit and run by battle-crazed tin cans... They are going to need me.He wipes his forehead, filled with doubt as to the likelihood of such an arrangement working. With a sigh he makes his way through the crowded fort to where Griff is. He wrinkles his nose and looks at the heavens before approaching and speaking to Griff when he is able.You need a scout, experienced in mountaineering, and speed to make these raids. I am hoping you can find it in you to make that scout me. No one else here can do the job like I can. What do you say?He sets his jaw and watches Griff, his arms crossed, eyes intense.
He nods once at Daniella."One hour then," he says. "and then I will return to Hilm and begin preparations."He gives Daniella another nod and moves off to make himself useful, though he does spend at least some of that time with Kobal, helping out where he can while he spends a few minutes with his old friend.