#viridimanu

My head is in the game. 

    grievance was it that the ferelden township would be lost , smothered and buried in snow . yet , lingered in him did the desire of thought . it had been a failure -- but why ? a mere rat that eluded him . perhaps her spies and agents would seek to find him , but the elder one could hardly care . darkspawn lingered here , a breach still open -- ah , that was why . yet , lifting his head did the patter of rat’s feet draw his attention . 

Life on the surface was something Grillby still hadn't fully adjusted too. True, the sunlight was indeed nice, but the winds were stronger, and it seemed as if any area was susceptible to rain. Perhaps the newest thing, however, wad the steady influx of unfamliar faces. It seemed as if there was at least three new names and faces to remember every day he was open. 

It was, in fact, one such face that he found before him today.