Grimm suspected as much. It was her pick. Perhaps even a surprise, as much as he doubts she has any care for the novelty of that.
Very well.
"Then I must be introduced!"
A little of his flair returns, bit by bit, as he shakes off the shackles of sleep. Normally he would get some time to prepare. Normally he would be in the tent, or else surrounded by kin, either way a performance at the Master's choice and in familiar context. This is none of that, but the graces of a thespian endure.
Grimm takes another, far more theatrical low bow, bringing his face (and burning-coal eyes) closer to their level.
"I am Grimm. Master of the dread troupe, though of this arrangement it seems my kin were not a part. Alas the stage was never set, and the lantern never lit - a shame. The pyre of Hallownest would burn brightly..." A pause. He does not straighten up yet. "It is a strange kismet that brings you and I together at all." By the sound of a careful but sharp note in his voice, this is something with which he is none too comfortable.
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Very well.
"Then I must be introduced!"
A little of his flair returns, bit by bit, as he shakes off the shackles of sleep. Normally he would get some time to prepare. Normally he would be in the tent, or else surrounded by kin, either way a performance at the Master's choice and in familiar context. This is none of that, but the graces of a thespian endure.
Grimm takes another, far more theatrical low bow, bringing his face (and burning-coal eyes) closer to their level.
"I am Grimm. Master of the dread troupe, though of this arrangement it seems my kin were not a part. Alas the stage was never set, and the lantern never lit - a shame. The pyre of Hallownest would burn brightly..." A pause. He does not straighten up yet. "It is a strange kismet that brings you and I together at all." By the sound of a careful but sharp note in his voice, this is something with which he is none too comfortable.