Most people in the city were on a rampage to get out, leaving behind anything not sentimental or worth selling for enough coin to start a new life. They rush to catalogue what's important in their life, packing it into small bags and boxes like the ghosts of their lives here can somehow create anything more than heartbreaking reminds in their new efforts. Meanwhile, others took what little time they had to embrace the city's amenities, hoping to make new memories before the region falls into ruin - or drown their devastation and sorrows in comforts of the flesh.
Walking through the Silk Houses, the bars and brothels are packed with a forced revelry, careless smiles hiding the worry beneath. Grimm is one of the few who can actually relax, even if he'll miss the dingey cellar beneath the bar. But missing his recreational escape isn't the same when it's not his house that's going to crumble out of the sky. Yet, with so many distractions and need for other distractions, it gives him a quiet anticipation for his chances in the ring tonight.
He towers above the crowd, stalking his way through the space like a predator that no one's quite sure has been domesticated. Muscles ripple beneath the white t-shirt that's smeared with dirt after his long day with the colony of rock sliders rushing to the Celestine for refuge. He knows other Stormbreak creatures will be close behind, and it's something he'll have to consider tomorrow - after he cracks his fist against flesh and hears the groans of his opponent.
Nodding to Kaz, he props himself on the metal edge of the sandpit, cracking his neck as he waits for the current fight to finish so the man can get him in the ring.
Walking through the Silk Houses, the bars and brothels are packed with a forced revelry, careless smiles hiding the worry beneath. Grimm is one of the few who can actually relax, even if he'll miss the dingey cellar beneath the bar. But missing his recreational escape isn't the same when it's not his house that's going to crumble out of the sky. Yet, with so many distractions and need for other distractions, it gives him a quiet anticipation for his chances in the ring tonight.
He towers above the crowd, stalking his way through the space like a predator that no one's quite sure has been domesticated. Muscles ripple beneath the white t-shirt that's smeared with dirt after his long day with the colony of rock sliders rushing to the Celestine for refuge. He knows other Stormbreak creatures will be close behind, and it's something he'll have to consider tomorrow - after he cracks his fist against flesh and hears the groans of his opponent.
Nodding to Kaz, he props himself on the metal edge of the sandpit, cracking his neck as he waits for the current fight to finish so the man can get him in the ring.
Grimm
Warriors don't show their heart until the axe reveals it.
