You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

As Grim listened to Ruth, he tried to remember exactly everything that Vassenia had said that he had said to her while blacked out. If he recalled, one thing that had been insinuated was some nasty things about Vassenia not being an elf.

Grim had heard of Elgar’nan, but he wasn’t sure if the things he’d heard were all to be believed. He also was having a hard time following what some ancient elf duche bag had to do with the possible passenger he had residing within himself. How exactly did they go from being inside of someone to being a walking and talking fully functional individual. His head was spinning with questions.

I’ve heard he’s some, ancient elvhen god? I mean, that can’t be right can it? A god? It just seemed so surreal, but then again with all the things that were known to be true about Thedas, was a god so farfetched? I mean I guess there’s been some crazy shit in this world, I just…. He wasn’t even sure how to finish that sentence.

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously. He looked at Ruth, a mix of disbelief and worry etched on his face. How do I even start to figure out who or what is inside me? And what do I do if it turns out to be something dangerous? The fear in his voice was palpable, a stark contrast to his usually laid back demeanor. When Ruth gestured at Grim’s wrists, Grim merely nodded permission and laid his arms in a relaxed position out in front of him.