@angelic--tactician | continued from here
"Oh, do calm down, mortal." The fell dragon sighs as he shook his head in regards to Lars's panicking. Though, maybe it didn't help that he was sitting at the foot of the tactician's bed, but Grima was still Grima. "There's no way I can proceed with my former plan to destroy your beloved humanity any longer. Not while I still live." Beneath the clothes he wore, which were an exact replica of the other's, was a brand on one shoulder: the brand of the Exalt, cruelly, almost mimicking that of the crown prince. Grima even tugs down his cloak to show it off with a look of disgust. "Thus, why I said what I did."
The initial shock of Grima just...There was quick to calm down...Lars is still frazzled of course, but he was still rational enough to listen to the Fell Dragon’s words. Which then turned into confusion with maybe a hint of intrigue at the sight of the brand of the Exalt? He doesn’t know, this night became interesting at the drop of a hat.
“So...You’re locked here by Naga and are unable to enact your plan for global destruction because of it, at least that’s what I’m gathering...” The brand, his disgust, and his sudden appearance is what led him to that theory. “So...Why come to me then? I represent everything you (and the whole Grimleal) hate. Or is the connection we’re having bounding you to be in my vicinity?”










