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Garth had seen quite a few strange things in his days as a patrol. Spend around a century doing the same thing, walking the same paths, and you're bound to come across something. Especially in these woods. So when the trees echoed muffled words into his ears, the Sargtlin thought little of it other than the fact that he had to go at least take a glance at it. He wasn't technically on duty at the moment.

Feeling quite at home, the dark Jivvin shifted his weight to the balls of his feet and made his way toward the sounds. Over fallen logs, pausing every now and again to listen and smell, he weaved his way around obstacles toward the sound as quietly as he could. He was lead a short way to a clearing, where he pressed his broad back to the trunk of an outlying tree while he listened.

The fingers of one hand plucked away a chunk of fur that was clinging to his tunic. He must smell of rabbit, he thought a little irritably, but he had placed himself downwind for the moment. It was likely nothing, but to be true to himself and his rank he perked his ears anyway to the Uuthli he had only glanced in the clearing.

When Etz's voice switched from a masculine one to a pitched one, a definite frown of bemusement crossed Garth's features, brows furrowing low over his eyes. What in the bloody four seasons...? Garth leaned slightly, peeking around the tree just enough to see what was going on. It was a Jivvin, of course, and he seemed to be arguing with himself.

He had tried to mask his presence as best he could as the other started to come closer, reflexively going for his knife. As the other took a peek around, the Sargtlin was beginning to slide out of the way of an immediate attack, figuring better off safe than grappling in a situation not to his advantage. But the Uuthli was tumbling back, leaving room for the patrol to advance. No use in hiding it now, even if he would have liked to have slipped off unseen.

Garth loomed over the other, his features drawn and somewhat stern despite his befuddlement. His knife hung in his hand at his side, a large hunter's knife with serrated edges at its center. Eventually, after a close inspection with dark orange eyes, a gloved hand jutted itself out in an offer to help the other Jivvin to his feet. Inside, the man felt quite a bit awkward, but his features were cool. "Didn't mean to interrupt your conversation..." He grumbled.

After an affirmation to himself that the other seemed to pose no sort of threat, the knife was slipped back into its holster at his hip. He looked on as the Uuthli went on to explain himself, seeming to take in the facts rather than be distracted by the other male's actions. He had to snort softly, not wholly unkind. "Forest is a public place, I'm afraid."

He wanted to say he hadn't 'popped up' anywhere. Garth didn't pop. It seemed like he'd been the victim of circumstance, if he'd even consider allowing himself to be called a victim. "I am Garth, a patrol. Are you a bard?"

He grunted in acknowledgment, apparently not much of a talker. Garth would look the Uuthli over, noting his name and his status in his head in case he needed it for later for whatever reason. "A hobby, then. Don't see a lot of plays. You any good?"