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These are the gardens of the shiningblade castle, known for their lush colors, and fragrant smells. Said to even rival the Enkil family's gardens.

Garron followed along beside, and only a little behind her as he followed her through the streets towards the Castle. Memorizing the route, and all the buildings, and paths and such. Devoting them swiftly to memory, for future referance as they then entered the courtyard, and headed for the Gardens. If Garron were to actually pay any notice to such things, he might've thought the Garden was truly beutiful, and amazing. Instead, all he saw were a lot of flowers and shrubbery aligned in symetrical, and articulate design, for which he had no interest. Then they spotted the Princess, sitting near a small waterfall in the large garden, crying. Garron frowned ever so slightly, and moved his right hand down to the velvet pouch, wondering when he'd have to collect all these precious gems she was dropping by the moment. If he'd at all cared, he might've wondered what she was crying about, but at te moment... He didn't know her at all well enough to give garfs arse about it. Instead, he'd simply follow his escort... He'd need to learn her name for referance, and informational purposes, so he'd know who to contact if anything should arise. But that could wait until they parted.

Garron stops at a respectful distance away, hands at his side, his parma still held in his left hand down at his side as he bowed his head towards the Princess, as was required. Then stood silently, face impassive and indifferant to their conversation. Though his eyes instantly picked out, located, and memorized the position of every tear gem, those that had rolled off the girls lap and those that hadn't. Then as his ascort introduced him, and obviously hinted towards him introducing himself, he nodded with a slight smile, a friendly one, but not one that would make you instantly like him... That wasn't his style, the less this girl liked him the easier this job would be. "My appologies for not introducing myself sooner M'lady. I go by Garron Malcious... My true title is longer then is needed, so Garron will suffice for now." He said with another slight bow of his head, directed towards both women.

Garron watched in silence as all this happened. He'd felt the girl, Lina scanning his aura, which he could have easily prevented, but there was no need, it was not done in an agressive way. Not that it'd help her even if she had ment it so. He watched as Emmy, as that was the woman's name, left suddenly with some mission of purpose painfully clear in her eyes. However, what she did now was not his concern, now he had to concern himself with this girl. He then returned his attention towards the girl as she continued to hold back this seemingly continuous wave of woe and sobbing. He stood silently by, hands at his side as he stretched his senses out all along the gardens and even beyond, listening, sensing, and searching for anyone, or anything that might prove harmful to the Princess. He was scanning for any auras about, keeping the differant scents organized, scanning the gardens, as well as asking Gaia to keep him informed of anything which walked upon her back within an alloted radius. Nothing was getting near this girl without him knowing about it.

Your father is an obsessive, vindictive, and selfish wealth mongering fool is what he sounds like. Came the steely, smooth, powerful voice of Illior, who's moral standards were not at all met by all this. Garron quickly supressed the dragon once more before shrugging as he then looked down at himself, noting that he'd never wiped off the blood that was sprayed across his chest. He swiftly wiped some of it off with his right hand before looking back up, and then unfastening the velevet pouch and holding it out for her to deposit the gems into if she felt inclined to do so. "It makes little differance to me Princess." He said in his gruff, raspy, gutteral, baritone voice. It didn't make much differance to him, unless it effected his employment here, he didn't care what she did or looked like so long as he got paid.

Garron then closed up the pouch after she'd deposited the gems and made a sound of indifferance as he then tied it onto his belt once more. "Very well then." Was all he said in a reply as he continued to stand there, his eyes and senses once more roaming about the garden and castle, searching for anything that might prove dangerous to Lina.

ooc: Man that last post was a short one... confused

bic: Garron stood in silence, watching, and sensing everything about him as he stood guard. He took his jobs seriously, and as this one paid so well, he would not let it go awry. Thus he stood there, silent, until she finally spoke to him. He nodded in affirmation as he then replied saying, "Aye, that she did, attempts on your life have been made quite often recently." Was all he said as he continued to scan the garden around him with his icy blue eyes, his voice having been it's usual unusualness, as he'd said this. Stop acting so indifferant, she's only a child, and she'd hurting, and has a horrible life... You can at least try and loosen up a bit and make things a bit easier for her! Came the annoyed, insistant voice of Illior as he broke into Garron's thoughts once more. Garron growled inwardly as he pushed the dragon's preasance towards the back of his mind once more.

Garron listened intently, or about as intently as he could while still keeping tabs on anything that moved within a hundred yard radius. He nodded at the words of wisdom that Emmy had spoken. In all his long years, he'd not lost much... Only his life. In his first three life cycles, he lost everything, and was left with only himself, his life, and his fighting capabilities. Thus, he'd never really had anything to lose since then... But others often did, and he knew this readily enough after having lived as long as he had. "Such words are very true... Human lives are fragile, but at times, that's what makes their lives so much more full then the lives of those like us." He said with a shrug, ignoring the slight snicker of triumph that came from the back of his mind. Illior had made his point, and gotten Garron to do as he'd wished. He'd lightened up, a bit... For now.