"I have," Gregory couldn't suppress the inevitable curve of his lips as he looked upon Talina.

“but first I need a guide. Can you show me around here? I'd like to introduce myself to everyone."

“Certainly, master." Talina offered a small bow before turning and leading him toward her tent.

"Actually," Gregory quickly reached out and halted her with a hand upon her shoulder.

“I was thinking we'd start at the opposite side of the camp. If you get me in there I'm not sure I'll be coming out for a while."

Talina Looked over her shoulder somewhat saucily. Her eyes widened with an obvious appetite for him.

“Master has seen through my clever ruse." She leaned herself forward almost imperceptibly to press her gorgeous bottom up against his crotch in a way that was very perceptible, but only to him.

“Are you going to help me or are you just going to be an enormously pleasant distraction?" Gregory surprised Talina as she quickly felt his hands on her hips and he shoved himself hard against her offered bottom. The woman was suddenly quite reluctant that she'd chosen to dress in anything before coming to greet him.

“Ooooh, can I be both?" She wiggled her bum enticingly against him.

Gregory finally Let out a laugh and settled a soft kiss on the slender curve of her neck.

“I think I can handle that."

Talina turned around to grab one of his hands in both of hers before leading him backwards toward the people that were busily getting on with life about the place.

Their first stop was a large open tent outside which were an anvil, a heavy trough filled with water and various tools for the shaping of metal. Seated just inside the tent was a young man, only slightly older than Gregory. He was staring at a round black buckler with a more critical eye than a black buckler perhaps deserved.

“Greetings Torren," Talina introduced them.

The man promptly jolted right up off the stool he was sat upon. The buckler he'd been scrutinising flew up into the air above him to land on his head with a loud twang of metal.

! Blast it!." Torren stood up and bent over, grabbing the top of his head in an effort to quell the sudden throbbing pain that had started up there.

Gregory stepped forwards, concerned.

“Are you alright mate?"

“Yeah...fine...Not the first time it's happ..." Torren suddenly seemed to remember where he was and stood bolt upright to Look between Talina and Gregory.

He made a deer that had suddenly been caught in the headlights of a freight train seem calm and collected.

Gregory suddenly stopped moving towards him and slowly stepped back toward Talina. He got the distinct impression that if he got any closer then the poor man might have let his nerves get the better of him and hurt himself. Again.

Torren seemed to be settling into his twenties with a heavy muscular build. There was perhaps a Little more around his gut than there should have been but his broad shoulders accounted for most of the extra weight. Smithing had thickened his arms into strong pillars of muscle and the occupation gave him a scruffy appearance. His jet black hair was cut short but seemed to have been hacked away carelessly leaving a mismatch of patchy tufts across his head. Across his jaw was a thick layer of stubble that couldn't quite be called a beard yet. He also had a wide flat nose and dark brown eyes that Looked smaller than they were due to his habit of squinting closely at his work.

Upon seeing Gregory, Torren's eyes widened considerably for a few moments before he jolted to attention and gave the young man a respectful bow. Gregory noted that although the blacksmith bowed to him, his eyes quickly darted to Talina a few times. Well, it wasn't like he could fault the guy for that.

“Master, how may I be of service?" Torren kept his head bowed as he spoke.

“I'm just wandering around, trying to get to know Bolut‘s camp a little better. I thought I should know the folks I'm supposed to be responsible for." Gregory slowly extended his hand for Torren to shake. He didn't want to startle the fellow again. "I'm Gregory by the way. It's nice to meet you."