Grisira had been humming to herself as she marched. An old, old Drake tune she recalled for her childhood. She found it soothing, and more importantly distracting. The Midget had taken the lead despite her protests. Despite her experience. Despite her physicality. Always, always, always... she found herself whispering to no one in particular. The urge to kick away his staff in childish-protest was strong. Especially when he pulled his attention-seeking dead stop. Of course, her decorum and pride would never allow her to indulge in such an action...Never..
Instead she merely stepped around him, more than happy to continue in the lead. For one, brief moment Grisira had cause to smile, but then..Of course...
"Trouble up ahead.."
The muffled grunting of the old midget was all that had caught Grisira's attention. It had the wondrous effect of both crashing her mood in an instant, and causing her to turn on her heels. Sword drawn. An unbelievably awkward task to accomplish in a full suit of rigid plate. Not that she minded, though. Despite seeing no indication of trouble, hearing no advance of animal or man, she relished at the opportunity for something to vent her annoyance at. But of course, upon looking she saw...Nothing. With a scowl she sheathed her sword and narrowed her eyes at the tiny human.
"I see no trouble. I do however see you refusing to march. Need I remind you of your own kind's tale of a boy and a wolf?"