"I don't know what I'm still doing here," codenamed Four muttered leisurely. "By this point, I'm sure they'd leave no Dragonborn left for me to hunt."
Grieve chuckled, cackling at the youngster's arrogance.
"Must be nice to be so young," Grieve said naturally. "Barely out of the womb yet confident and proud to face anything in life. Such things are quite envious, at least, I think so…"
"You've been talking a lot. Are you their leader or something?" Four asked, rudely pointing at the hooded 'man' in front of him.
"You can say that."
"Well, I hope you'll at least give me a good exercise. I would hate for my trip to be wasted on bums. In terms of ranking, how do you think you would fare against those Dragonborns?"
Grieve raised his head and tilted it, seriously considering the question posed to him by the burly man. "The weakest out of them all, I think. They are quite talented youngsters after all."
