You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

As Ruth explained some, his brow furrowed in studying the stranger across from him. Grim was listening, but his mind was also elsewhere, using the elf’s knowledge to fill in some of the missing pieces. It was curious that no-one had pieced the… episodes with magic when the soul manifested control.

“He’d like us all to believe that, but really he is just another exceptionally powerful asshole.” Rolling his eye, Ruth let out a sigh. “I shouldn’t joke, he tore the ancient kingdom apart before humans walked the surface, but let's have some hope that you’ve nothing like him lurking.”

Now Grim looked worried. His pallor paled even under the heavy brow lining his forehead. Ruth laughed then reached to take each wrist between his index and thumb, “That is what I am going to attempt to find out. Close your eyes.” After a moment's observation Ruth followed his own advice, closing his eyes to focus, eventually reaching out with a ghostly aura. Inwardly he’d nudge the spirit of compassion who accompanied the elf, Can you tell? Is this someone known to you? hoping that it could read how fucked in the ass the wanderer was.

“Relax Grim. You do have quite the mental fortitude, which explains a little why your lapses have been few and far betw-.” His voice cut off for a hiss and snatching a hand back, Ruth rubbed his temple with a growing scowl. “Fuck. Ow! That was fuckin’ rude! I just asked, there was no need to… Yes, I understand that, but…. Fine! You tell him then…”