Greek Takeover

Quill had come along a little later, cutting away from Bramble and promising to rejoin her. He'd made his way towards a local outpost and had collected a thick bearhide and a bottle of something that they promised was tasty. With his items grasped between strong jaws, Quill made his way towards the fight, the sounds of battle reaching his ears before his eyes ever saw the combatants.

Coming up beside Bramble, Quill laid out the bear hide then motioned for her to rest upon it. Look at him, being a gentleman. Once the dire pair were settled, Quill pulled the cork from the bottle with his teeth, then lightly moved it beneath his nose, scenting the contents. It smelled like a sweet, herbed wine of some sort, but he wasn't much of a drinker, so he couldn't say for sure.

After handing the bottle to Bramble, ladies first, Quill stretched out on his belly beside her, careful of his shredded neck and shoulder. They were healing, but the wounds were still very tender. Blue and pink eyes settled upon the combatants and one brow rose. "That's a big boy, isn't it?" The size difference hardly seemed fair, but there they were.

"Quill Klein"