Garret looks up at the inquiring tiefling and beams as big a smile as he can manage in return. He takes the tiefling's hand eagerly, potentially squeezing the taller humanoid's hand a little too tightly. "Pleased t'make yer acquaintance." He looks at the others and extends the thought to the others as well. "Garret Strongbones, at your service." He releases the tiefling's hand and gives a small bow before checking on Muster again. "As for him," he jerks his chin at the mastiff sniffing a few feet away, that's Muster. He's no bloodhound, but he'll do better than me in finding anything with all this snow."