Indeed it will.

Garris pants as he sees his cream pie leak out of her womb. “Damnit!” Garris screams to himself in thought. He gets up and drags the Locust’s corpse away. Zevhel gets up and watches The naked Man take care of the body, only with a new point of view on the grisly ranger. “Perhaps you’d enjoy living amongst the elves, perhaps with me as your bride.” Zevhel politely asks, to which Garris responds, “I’m sorry, but living like that is not my way of things.” She frowns and Garris clothes himself. “You know opportunities like that don’t come by often,” she starts, only for Garris to cut her off, “ I know, your a very fair lady, but I am called to a life of duty.” She sighs, “Well if you ever change your mind, you can find me living in this mountain range.” Garris nods and packs his things up. “I must go now,” Garris speaks, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Zevhel.”

“Please, the pleasure is mine.” She softly smiled as Garris turned his back and walked away into the woods.