[color=f26522][center][h2]Geoffrey Delshire[/h2][/center][/color]

After being escorted into the valley by the green knight, Geoffrey scanned the surrounding area, impressed at its eloquence despite how cut-off and sheltered it was from the rest of the world far, far below. The rolling grass fields swayed in the wind with vibrant floral patchwork spotting the sea of green, with immense, looming evergreens accentuating the serenity. To an extent, Geoffrey almost felt at home in the valley - and then the glint of glass caught his eye. As he peered up at the massive mirror, he couldn't help but feel small, even inferior - with each glimpse of the Grimm's constructions, each building of stone and metal, each ingenuity upon the otherwise natural landscape, the hair on the back of his neck would stand up, and he felt like he had to be especially cautious with what he would say or do.

He looked behind him as his comrades followed, taking note of their weariness from the long travel, and how desperately they wished to rest for a moment - the brief stop at the gate only subtly appeasing the strain on their muscles. Geoffrey himself felt a bit winded - having spent the past few months in a military office had done quite a bit of a toll on his body, and he wished that those R&R sessions he had from time to time were better spent on his physical condition instead of sleeping and chatting up the local women who would gawk at his military garb. But, no matter - he was here now, and the determination of the moment was plenty of incentive to push the young tactician forward, toward Castle Grimm.

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