Exton

Shoulder length hair pulled back in a tight braid, full mustache falling past his clean shaven chin, Guunnar looks the image of a modern tough guy. Grace gives him a grin as he kisses her cheek, tugging at his facial hair. He saunters over to where Erik is leaning against a pillar. Erik looks up, nods, and goes back to watching Star who is talking to Alise and Tori.

"Dey are fine vomen, Erik Thorsson. Beautiful, each strong in her own vay." He frowns, thinking. "Little Sister, she is not eating as she should. She must eat more. I saw. Vone bite here, vone bite dere. *Ikke godt for hendes ufødte barn." Erik turns his head slowly, staring at Guunnar. "Ach, du did not know? I vonder if Little Sister knows?"

He grins at Erik. At the stunned look on the Warrior's face, Guunnar laughs then holds a finger to his own lips. "Shhhhh. I say nuttink. Ve keep dis secret until Star say sumtink. Du vill haft practice befur barn kume."


*Not good for her unborn child