“Greetings. I am Grimm, master of The Grimm Troupe, King of Nightmares.”
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Character info:
(The reference sheet below is going to be updated. Until then this is a more up-to-date depiction of Grimm)
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Is a reference sheet for a canon character really necessary? I dunno
Grimm is meant to line up pretty well with cannon in-game information. At least, I’m trying.
Grimm is a joyous fellow! A real positivity spewer! Why? Because when I played Hollow Knight the first time, I liked how surprisingly friendly he was. But! It doesn’t mean he won’t get irritated or serious.
Grimm is one with Nightmare King Grimm, The Nightmare’s heart, and all past, present, and future Grimms. Grimm may still speak of the heart and (more commonly) the Grimmchild as if speaking of someone else. “Dance and die and live forever,” or something.
Find out more by asking questions. I wrote a character/lore guide for myself to follow. I would love squeezing those secrets out. On most things I post on my own I’ll tag it with #amgcanon. This canon/non-canon thing only applies to my written lore. Things can be canon to the rp without being canon to my lore. Think of it like three levels of canon-ness.
Blog info:
The name actualmastergrimm isn’t meant to be a superiority thing. I’m no more Grimm than other rp blogs. It’s just matching my YouTube channel @ which I came up with in 5 minutes back in October (2025).
If by some astronomical odds you recognize me from YT, you’ll know that I am dedicated to staying in character, but here I want to give myself more leeway. On my posts and answers to questions, breaking character will look like this:
Changing part way through:
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Out of character from the start:
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For interacting with others, or if my post is small and doesn’t need the large text, I will simply use:
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When in doubt, look for the green! (If I comment on something it’s likely ooc)
“I- I suppose it is a case of fuel slowly being added to the fire. Sometimes.. quicker.”
Grimm hesitates, thinking carefully about how to explain. The most painful event comes to mind first.
“Not very long ago, I found out that someone very dear to me was- hurt, by a terrible bug.”
His voice trembles on the word “hurt”.
“It reminds me of my-”
Don’t think about that!
“-my failure.”
He thinks back on a certain conversation.
“I learned that someone I considered a friend of mine may have committed terrible acts.”
Grimm shifts uncomfortably.
“I accidentally let someone remain near my troupe who I should not have. No one was hurt, but if a member of the troupe was.. I could never have forgiven myself. The ones that could have potentially harmed us agreed to leave, but I fear some of them may have had the potential to become good friends under different circumstances.”
He recalls many moments big and small.
“I have been forced to face my past far more than I wish. Sometimes it feels as though I cannot finish a conversation without flinching at mere words. It has happened many times lately. It still hurts.”
Lamina did not need to be burdened with that information. Grimm’s head turns to the side in shame.
“No. I am sorry, my friends. I should not have soured our meeting as I have.”
An idea forms. He could do something that he is rarely able to.
“But it does not need to remain this way!”
Grimm stands back up. He dramatically points to Lamina, then Thistle, then Sable as if pointing to random audience members.
“You see, my friends, this is The Nightmare Realm, and as the King of Nightmares I decide what is and happens in it, just like the moss beneath us. Give me your grand requests, all three of you!”
One of Grimm’s hands emerge from his cloak. He snaps.
Shadows shift. The mist in the air swirls. Grimm mentally reaches into Lamina’s memories of the Moss Grotto. He sets off the changes, then directs those memories to do the rest. He refrains from causing eerie distortions.
The environment shifts in an indescribable manner. It is clearly changing, but no individual change can be comprehended. The changing suddenly stops. The Moss Grotto has fully taken form.
“Beautiful. Yes? It seems this Moss Grotto is a very nice place. I haven’t forgotten about your request, of course.”
Grimm turns to Sable, placing his hands together. A mossberry is revealed and held out to Sable after one hand is taken away.
“I- I suppose it is a case of fuel slowly being added to the fire. Sometimes.. quicker.”
Grimm hesitates, thinking carefully about how to explain. The most painful event comes to mind first.
“Not very long ago, I found out that someone very dear to me was- hurt, by a terrible bug.”
His voice trembles on the word “hurt”.
“It reminds me of my-”
Don’t think about that!
“-my failure.”
He thinks back on a certain conversation.
“I learned that someone I considered a friend of mine may have committed terrible acts.”
Grimm shifts uncomfortably.
“I accidentally let someone remain near my troupe who I should not have. No one was hurt, but if a member of the troupe was.. I could never have forgiven myself. The ones that could have potentially harmed us agreed to leave, but I fear some of them may have had the potential to become good friends under different circumstances.”
He recalls many moments big and small.
“I have been forced to face my past far more than I wish. Sometimes it feels as though I cannot finish a conversation without flinching at mere words. It has happened many times lately. It still hurts.”
Lamina did not need to be burdened with that information. Grimm’s head turns to the side in shame.
“No. I am sorry, my friends. I should not have soured our meeting as I have.”
An idea forms. He could do something that he is rarely able to.
“But it does not need to remain this way!”
Grimm stands back up. He dramatically points to Lamina, then Thistle, then Sable as if pointing to random audience members.
“You see, my friends, this is The Nightmare Realm, and as the King of Nightmares I decide what is and happens in it, just like the moss beneath us. Give me your grand requests, all three of you!”
One of Grimm’s hands emerge from his cloak. He snaps.
Shadows shift. The mist in the air swirls. Grimm mentally reaches into Lamina’s memories of the Moss Grotto. He sets off the changes, then directs those memories to do the rest. He refrains from causing eerie distortions.
The environment shifts in an indescribable manner. It is clearly changing, but no individual change can be comprehended. The changing suddenly stops. The Moss Grotto has fully taken form.
“Beautiful. Yes? It seems this Moss Grotto is a very nice place. I haven’t forgotten about your request, of course.”
Grimm turns to Sable, placing his hands together. A mossberry is revealed and held out to Sable after one hand is taken away.
“I- I suppose it is a case of fuel slowly being added to the fire. Sometimes.. quicker.”
Grimm hesitates, thinking carefully about how to explain. The most painful event comes to mind first.
“Not very long ago, I found out that someone very dear to me was- hurt, by a terrible bug.”
His voice trembles on the word “hurt”.
“It reminds me of my-”
Don’t think about that!
“-my failure.”
He thinks back on a certain conversation.
“I learned that someone I considered a friend of mine may have committed terrible acts.”
Grimm shifts uncomfortably.
“I accidentally let someone remain near my troupe who I should not have. No one was hurt, but if a member of the troupe was.. I could never have forgiven myself. The ones that could have potentially harmed us agreed to leave, but I fear some of them may have had the potential to become good friends under different circumstances.”
He recalls many moments big and small.
“I have been forced to face my past far more than I wish. Sometimes it feels as though I cannot finish a conversation without flinching at mere words. It has happened many times lately. It still hurts.”
Lamina did not need to be burdened with that information. Grimm’s head turns to the side in shame.
“No. I am sorry, my friends. I should not have soured our meeting as I have.”
An idea forms. He could do something that he is rarely able to.
“But it does not need to remain this way!”
Grimm stands back up. He dramatically points to Lamina, then Thistle, then Sable as if pointing to random audience members.
“You see, my friends, this is The Nightmare Realm, and as the King of Nightmares I decide what is and happens in it, just like the moss beneath us. Give me your grand requests, all three of you!”
“I- I suppose it is a case of fuel slowly being added to the fire. Sometimes.. quicker.”
Grimm hesitates, thinking carefully about how to explain. The most painful event comes to mind first.
“Not very long ago, I found out that someone very dear to me was- hurt, by a terrible bug.”
His voice trembles on the word “hurt”.
“It reminds me of my-”
Don’t think about that!
“-my failure.”
He thinks back on a certain conversation.
“I learned that someone I considered a friend of mine may have committed terrible acts.”
Grimm shifts uncomfortably.
“I accidentally let someone remain near my troupe who I should not have. No one was hurt, but if a member of the troupe was.. I could never have forgiven myself. The ones that could have potentially harmed us agreed to leave, but I fear some of them may have had the potential to become good friends under different circumstances.”
He recalls many moments big and small.
“I have been forced to face my past far more than I wish. Sometimes it feels as though I cannot finish a conversation without flinching at mere words. It has happened many times lately. It still hurts.”
“I- I suppose it is a case of fuel slowly being added to the fire. Sometimes.. quicker.”
Grimm hesitates, thinking carefully about how to explain. The most painful event comes to mind first.
“Not very long ago, I found out that someone very dear to me was- hurt, by a terrible bug.”
His voice trembles on the word “hurt”.
“It reminds me of my-”
Don’t think about that!
“-my failure.”
He thinks back on a certain conversation.
“I learned that someone I considered a friend of mine may have committed terrible acts.”
Grimm shifts uncomfortably.
“I accidentally let someone remain near my troupe who I should not have. No one was hurt, but if a member of the troupe was.. I could never have forgiven myself. The ones that could have potentially harmed us agreed to leave, but I fear some of them may have had the potential to become good friends under different circumstances.”
He recalls many moments big and small.
“I have been forced to face my past far more than I wish. Sometimes it feels as though I cannot finish a conversation without flinching at mere words. It has happened many times lately. It still hurts.”
Ever found any interest in jewelry? If so do you prefer Gold or Silver????? Of course theres other options, but yknow... just pick one.
“The troupe takes special interest in jewelry as it has consistent value. While there may be overlap, not every kingdom uses the same currency. Before taking our leave, we purchase as much jewelry as we can afford to sell to the next kingdom. We also enjoy creating jewelry of our own. The Grimm Troupe is not particularly wealthy, but we do have some lovely trinkets. I am partial to silver.”
“I make sure to bathe before every performance. I typically do not get so filthy that bathing cannot sufficiently clean myself, but sometimes we lack enough water for a bath. In such cases, a member of the troupe may help clean my wings with a cloth. Only by choice, of course.
In case too much time passes between performances, I will bathe regardless. The same goes for the members of the troupe. I would not wish to deter an audience with an unsanitary troupe”
How was your childhood like? Or like uh... the equivalent of it...
...Just tell how your younger years was!!!
The question makes Grimm tense up.
“Do you know what it is like for your needs and wellbeing to be nothing more than an afterthought!? ‘You continue to be pointless,’ I once heard! And that was right!”
His voice and demeanour drop from irritation to guilt in an instant.
I have traveled between kingdoms before, yes. But I do not do it often. I am anxious I will...get caught in the wastes between. But mostly throughout Pharloom. At least relatively recently.
The Wasteland… The troupe travels through the Nightmare Realm instead of that terrible place. Despite that, Grimm was very familiar with its dangers. He has looked out over it from the Nightmare, rescued those who were lost, abandoned, or discarded. Most of which wished to be returned home, or taken to their desired location, a few stayed with the troupe.
“You are right to be weary of the Wasteland. I am glad that your inter-kingdom travels have left you alive and well.”
The two of them enter a recreation tent. Grimm motions to two cushioned chairs separated by a small rectangular table.
(Star begins animatedly describing his travels. One could tell just how passionate he is simply by the way he talks.)
I went to Shellwood, which is gorgeous, and then the sandy Blasted Steps
(He makes a small grimace; evidently that is not his favorite area. But then shortly resumes smiling.)
And then I went to the Choral Chambers - they have a spa there! I have no interest in the religion of the Citadel, but I like to visit it from time to time! It is truly beautiful.
And then I went down to Bilewater...
(Another frown)
...but it was to hear the lovely music that plays in a specific spot!
(He smiles again as he mentions the music)
But apparently someone lives there. Which I did not know. They thought I was a solicitor and chased me off.
(He lets out a little laugh, evidently more amused than he is upset about the situation.)
And then I went to enjoy the pleasantly somber Greymoor. It rains silk there!
And then I returned to Far Fields; and the closest thing I have to a home.
(He smiles at Grimm, almost expectantly; evidently finished talking.)
Grimm attentively listens to Star describe his travels, subtly tilting his head in concern whenever Star would frown, but overall happy to see Star’s enthusiasm.
“You have been to locations that even the troupe’s scouts have yet to go. Namely, The Citadel. In our travels, we have learnt to be weary of large.. places akin to that.”
“It is safer to place our tents in or just outside a smaller town in case we are in what the troupe calls a ‘hostile kingdom’: a kingdom that immediately attacks us upon arrival.”
Grimm sounds like he’s speaking from experience.
“The heart of a kingdom, like Pharloom’s citadel, is not often welcoming to outsiders; particularly outsiders that arrive in our manner.”
(He seems genuinely confused. He has no knowledge of the Nightmare Realm. He thought Grimm had made those cards appear with sleight of hand or misdirection.)
Grimm is surprised by Star’s tone. He seems to hold little fondness for her.
“You do not sound too keen on ..her. I am.. certainly not either. She was always..
He tries to regain his focus.
“Many higher beings have their own dream in that realm, where their followers go as they slumber. There is one separate from the others. I have uninhibited access to that realm.”
He pauses. Checking Star’s reaction, and seeing if maybe he would be reminded of old legends about terrors of sleep and such.
I am not. It is...nice to know you feel the same. My relationship with her is...- let us just say it is complex.
Hmm...there is?
(Star seems intrigued. The thought of nightmares never even crosses his mind. He has very limited knowledge of them; all he knows is that they are "bad dreams".)
“There is. It was not easy to create, and doing so fuelled her anger further, but I lost my care to respect her long before then.”
Why was Grimm so suddenly able to speak about those times? Was it their shared hatred? Sure, the realms splitting was one of the less unpleasant events, but maybe he could tell him about-
(He is surprised, to say the least. He thought normal bugs could not do that. Of course, Grimm is no normal bug; he is a God. But Star does not know that.)
“It is not a part of myself I often illuminate to those who do not already know. I prefer to be known as the master of The Grimm Troupe rather than the King, or God, of Nightmares, but I would gladly answer most of your questions, if you wish to ask.”
Hmm. Well, I am glad you feel comfortable illuminating it to me.
Noted. I shall continue calling you that.
Okay. Uhh...
(Star pauses; not to think of a question, but to think of which question he should ask first. Naturally curious, his mind is bursting with things he wants to know in light of this new information.)
..Apologies if this is too blunt but are you real? As in, are you really here, physically? Or are you projecting yourself from the nightmare realm? Is this your real form?
(He stops himself from asking more right then and there. He has to mentally remind himself; Give him time to answer, do not bombard him with a million questions at once.)
“I hope I do not disturb you, but yes. My true form remains in my realm: The Nightmare Realm. I created this form for my consciousness to inhabit. Regardless, I see myself as being truly present here.”
He isn’t sure how well telling Star that he’s been sitting alone in the dark with the Nightmare King’s lifeless puppet will go over, because saying it like that in his mind sounds terrible.
(Star narrows his eyes and tilts his head, trying to understand. It is not that he does not believe Grimm; this is all just somewhat confusing to him - this much new information at once. It takes him a bit to ask the next question; he is trying to wrap his head around all of this.)
Does your true form look like this?
(He gestures towards Grimm's body- that which is sitting in the room with him.)
(He mentally breathes a sigh of relief. He was not scared of Grimm himself, but of offending him. So the tension completely leaves his body as Grimm tells him that he has no need to apologize.)
And I will note, I still see you as a friend. This new information has barely changed how I see you.
“I imagine it would take one quite the strong bug to travel with an entire piano!”
He regains his focus.
“A lute, hm? A fine choice. Excuse me for one moment. I must collect something from one of our storage tents.”
Instead of standing up and walking out, Grimm remains seated and teleports away in a burst of the same smoke that Star’s deck of cards appeared with. He returns a few moments later, lute in hand. It follows the same colour scheme as the rest of the troupe. He begins tuning it by ear.
Grimm is surprised by Star suddenly hugging him, but he returns the gesture. Star’s endearing enthusiasm reminded him of himself from so long ago.
“It pleases me to give a fellow performer a tool of the trade!”
Once Star sits down again, he continues tuning the lute.
“The troupe’s instruments are made to last a very long time, so this lute will survive any tumbles you face during your travels. It is quite likely far older than you!”
The last string gets plucked, sending the perfect note outward. Grimm holds out the lute to Star.
(As he lets go he mumbles, realizing that he did not ask before hugging.)
Oh, uh sorry...I usually ask. It just...slipped my mind.
(He laughs nervously; although he is not too nervous considering that Grimm returned the hug and was therefore not made too uncomfortable.)
(He listens intently as Grimm tells him about his new instrument, relieved that the lute is not a fragile one - he can not imagine how devastated he would be if it broke.)
Good to know!
(He grins as he gently takes the instrument from Grimm.)
Thank you so much, sir! I will take good care of it!
(He is a bit surprised at Grimm's request. He has no experience performing, and the thought makes him slightly nervous. But despite his anxiousness, he wants to. Besides, Grimm has done so much for him, and it seems only fitting for his first performance to be for his friend and mentor. He nods again and sits down with the lute. He begins plucking out a melody. He plays slowly and hesitantly at first, but as he continues, both his confidence and speed increase. The melody is somber - despite his happy mood - and graceful.)
Grimm respectfully listens to Star play, his eyes fixed on the performance. After a few moments, the sway of his cloak begins to match the rhythm of the melody. By the end, Grimm was silently tapping along with one hand.
Grimm recalls Star's fondness for the organ, starting to consider if he could give him the chance to play it next time he visited. It would be a little easier now that Star knows of (and doesn't seem too disturbed by) the troupe's connection to nightmares.
"I am eager to hear the results of your future performances! With the skill you have demonstrated, the crowd will cheer your name before long."
Grimm considers the script that still needs to be proofread.
“Before I must go, did you have any further questions for me? It seems we have become distracted, and I would not wish to leave any lingering sparks of curiosity unanswered.”
I have traveled between kingdoms before, yes. But I do not do it often. I am anxious I will...get caught in the wastes between. But mostly throughout Pharloom. At least relatively recently.
The Wasteland… The troupe travels through the Nightmare Realm instead of that terrible place. Despite that, Grimm was very familiar with its dangers. He has looked out over it from the Nightmare, rescued those who were lost, abandoned, or discarded. Most of which wished to be returned home, or taken to their desired location, a few stayed with the troupe.
“You are right to be weary of the Wasteland. I am glad that your inter-kingdom travels have left you alive and well.”
The two of them enter a recreation tent. Grimm motions to two cushioned chairs separated by a small rectangular table.
(Star begins animatedly describing his travels. One could tell just how passionate he is simply by the way he talks.)
I went to Shellwood, which is gorgeous, and then the sandy Blasted Steps
(He makes a small grimace; evidently that is not his favorite area. But then shortly resumes smiling.)
And then I went to the Choral Chambers - they have a spa there! I have no interest in the religion of the Citadel, but I like to visit it from time to time! It is truly beautiful.
And then I went down to Bilewater...
(Another frown)
...but it was to hear the lovely music that plays in a specific spot!
(He smiles again as he mentions the music)
But apparently someone lives there. Which I did not know. They thought I was a solicitor and chased me off.
(He lets out a little laugh, evidently more amused than he is upset about the situation.)
And then I went to enjoy the pleasantly somber Greymoor. It rains silk there!
And then I returned to Far Fields; and the closest thing I have to a home.
(He smiles at Grimm, almost expectantly; evidently finished talking.)
Grimm attentively listens to Star describe his travels, subtly tilting his head in concern whenever Star would frown, but overall happy to see Star’s enthusiasm.
“You have been to locations that even the troupe’s scouts have yet to go. Namely, The Citadel. In our travels, we have learnt to be weary of large.. places akin to that.”
“It is safer to place our tents in or just outside a smaller town in case we are in what the troupe calls a ‘hostile kingdom’: a kingdom that immediately attacks us upon arrival.”
Grimm sounds like he’s speaking from experience.
“The heart of a kingdom, like Pharloom’s citadel, is not often welcoming to outsiders; particularly outsiders that arrive in our manner.”
(He seems genuinely confused. He has no knowledge of the Nightmare Realm. He thought Grimm had made those cards appear with sleight of hand or misdirection.)
Grimm is surprised by Star’s tone. He seems to hold little fondness for her.
“You do not sound too keen on ..her. I am.. certainly not either. She was always..
He tries to regain his focus.
“Many higher beings have their own dream in that realm, where their followers go as they slumber. There is one separate from the others. I have uninhibited access to that realm.”
He pauses. Checking Star’s reaction, and seeing if maybe he would be reminded of old legends about terrors of sleep and such.
I am not. It is...nice to know you feel the same. My relationship with her is...- let us just say it is complex.
Hmm...there is?
(Star seems intrigued. The thought of nightmares never even crosses his mind. He has very limited knowledge of them; all he knows is that they are "bad dreams".)
“There is. It was not easy to create, and doing so fuelled her anger further, but I lost my care to respect her long before then.”
Why was Grimm so suddenly able to speak about those times? Was it their shared hatred? Sure, the realms splitting was one of the less unpleasant events, but maybe he could tell him about-
(He is surprised, to say the least. He thought normal bugs could not do that. Of course, Grimm is no normal bug; he is a God. But Star does not know that.)
“It is not a part of myself I often illuminate to those who do not already know. I prefer to be known as the master of The Grimm Troupe rather than the King, or God, of Nightmares, but I would gladly answer most of your questions, if you wish to ask.”
Hmm. Well, I am glad you feel comfortable illuminating it to me.
Noted. I shall continue calling you that.
Okay. Uhh...
(Star pauses; not to think of a question, but to think of which question he should ask first. Naturally curious, his mind is bursting with things he wants to know in light of this new information.)
..Apologies if this is too blunt but are you real? As in, are you really here, physically? Or are you projecting yourself from the nightmare realm? Is this your real form?
(He stops himself from asking more right then and there. He has to mentally remind himself; Give him time to answer, do not bombard him with a million questions at once.)
“I hope I do not disturb you, but yes. My true form remains in my realm: The Nightmare Realm. I created this form for my consciousness to inhabit. Regardless, I see myself as being truly present here.”
He isn’t sure how well telling Star that he’s been sitting alone in the dark with the Nightmare King’s lifeless puppet will go over, because saying it like that in his mind sounds terrible.
(Star narrows his eyes and tilts his head, trying to understand. It is not that he does not believe Grimm; this is all just somewhat confusing to him - this much new information at once. It takes him a bit to ask the next question; he is trying to wrap his head around all of this.)
Does your true form look like this?
(He gestures towards Grimm's body- that which is sitting in the room with him.)
(He mentally breathes a sigh of relief. He was not scared of Grimm himself, but of offending him. So the tension completely leaves his body as Grimm tells him that he has no need to apologize.)
And I will note, I still see you as a friend. This new information has barely changed how I see you.
“I imagine it would take one quite the strong bug to travel with an entire piano!”
He regains his focus.
“A lute, hm? A fine choice. Excuse me for one moment. I must collect something from one of our storage tents.”
Instead of standing up and walking out, Grimm remains seated and teleports away in a burst of the same smoke that Star’s deck of cards appeared with. He returns a few moments later, lute in hand. It follows the same colour scheme as the rest of the troupe. He begins tuning it by ear.
Grimm is surprised by Star suddenly hugging him, but he returns the gesture. Star’s endearing enthusiasm reminded him of himself from so long ago.
“It pleases me to give a fellow performer a tool of the trade!”
Once Star sits down again, he continues tuning the lute.
“The troupe’s instruments are made to last a very long time, so this lute will survive any tumbles you face during your travels. It is quite likely far older than you!”
The last string gets plucked, sending the perfect note outward. Grimm holds out the lute to Star.
(As he lets go he mumbles, realizing that he did not ask before hugging.)
Oh, uh sorry...I usually ask. It just...slipped my mind.
(He laughs nervously; although he is not too nervous considering that Grimm returned the hug and was therefore not made too uncomfortable.)
(He listens intently as Grimm tells him about his new instrument, relieved that the lute is not a fragile one - he can not imagine how devastated he would be if it broke.)
Good to know!
(He grins as he gently takes the instrument from Grimm.)
Thank you so much, sir! I will take good care of it!
(He is a bit surprised at Grimm's request. He has no experience performing, and the thought makes him slightly nervous. But despite his anxiousness, he wants to. Besides, Grimm has done so much for him, and it seems only fitting for his first performance to be for his friend and mentor. He nods again and sits down with the lute. He begins plucking out a melody. He plays slowly and hesitantly at first, but as he continues, both his confidence and speed increase. The melody is somber - despite his happy mood - and graceful.)
Grimm respectfully listens to Star play, his eyes fixed on the performance. After a few moments, the sway of his cloak begins to match the rhythm of the melody. By the end, Grimm was silently tapping along with one hand.
Grimm recalls Star's fondness for the organ, starting to consider if he could give him the chance to play it next time he visited. It would be a little easier now that Star knows of (and doesn't seem too disturbed by) the troupe's connection to nightmares.
"I am eager to hear the results of your future performances! With the skill you have demonstrated, the crowd will cheer your name before long."
Grimm considers the script that still needs to be proofread.
“Before I must go, did you have any further questions for me? It seems we have become distracted, and I would not wish to leave any lingering sparks of curiosity unanswered.”
