-Vass/Gran-
The day for Gran just got worse as his brother buddy buddied with one of the Blades. There's no way he could murder his brother discreetly without drawing attention to himself... Was this what Master Grima foresaw? Yes, yes things probably were supposed to go this way, you can't defy the one truth. Gran shuffled away from the duo, looking up at the sky for a sign of his hawk, Ragmi. He would need to report to Zayn on the double about this thorn.

As he made his way to the camp, Gran took another one of his apples out, and began to nibble on the skin of it nervously. The camp was filled with a few people, ranging from regular foot soldiers to seemingly professional mercs. He sighed as he made his way to a tree, and lied under it, munching on his apple.

"What to do, what to do..."

Gran mumbled quietly to himself as he continued to look up at the sky. It should take Ragmi a day or two to reach Gran. He sighed, and continued eating his apple under the tree, occasionally looking up at the sky anxiously. He hoped that the HVT would be killed in a bandit raid or such, but knowing his brother, it would probably take hundreds of bandits to take him down. He had the Grimleals training, and he exceled in swordsmanship.

"(I can't underestimate him... Otherwise it's going to bite me in the ass later.)"