You must bring us, a Shrubbery.

Grim was feeling good about things, even if he was still nervous. While Ruth went in, Grim wrote a message to a friend and fed the dogs, then got comfortable underneath the shade of a large tree, where he had a good vantage point of the entrance to the ruins. He took a nap, and then when Ruth eventually came out he settled in by the fire.

Cheese still seemed quite enamoured with Ruth, and laid down near the elf, while Floki stuck near Grim, showing his protective side. Not that Ruth had given Floki any reason not to trust the elf, but he was still a relative stranger to Floki so there was still some suspicion.

Grim wasn’t sure how things would go in Arlathan, but for the first time in a long time, he was starting to feel better about his fucked up situation. Ghilain’nan stirred within him and instead of trying to force control, seemed content to share at the moment.