The Knight is, unfortunately, a difficult being to read and to impress. Little of that means anything to them.
A troupe... They distantly recall the term for a wandering band of beings that sing and tell stories. The concept stands out in their mind only for merriment they supposedly brought with them that most wasteland travellers lack.
Grimm would be a poor singer. A storyteller, more likely. Or a concept they never learned of. They'd had only fleeting brushes with that type.
Less dramatically, the Knight dips their head back.
Strange indeed, yet no stranger than the rest of Hallownest.
They turn back around and briefly lift a paw. Up. A courtesy the Knight would rarely bother with, but he seems nearly as confused as they. A small warning before leaping.
The Mantis Claw is still there and functional. Their cloak--wings--Shade Wings--reach to grasp at roots and crevasses on instinct, leading their climb to be a jerky and graceless thing.
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A troupe... They distantly recall the term for a wandering band of beings that sing and tell stories. The concept stands out in their mind only for merriment they supposedly brought with them that most wasteland travellers lack.
Grimm would be a poor singer. A storyteller, more likely. Or a concept they never learned of. They'd had only fleeting brushes with that type.
Less dramatically, the Knight dips their head back.
Strange indeed, yet no stranger than the rest of Hallownest.
They turn back around and briefly lift a paw. Up. A courtesy the Knight would rarely bother with, but he seems nearly as confused as they. A small warning before leaping.
The Mantis Claw is still there and functional. Their cloak--wings--Shade Wings--reach to grasp at roots and crevasses on instinct, leading their climb to be a jerky and graceless thing.