A hallowed voice would speak with an unending whisper into the Lycanthrope's ear, it's eerie nature unknown to all but himself for this time. It was a memory of a Rift come to pass, something he found in one of his previous adventures on his own.

[center][i] "Everlasting is the cycle, for one candle can light a room but never diminish the darkness. Their creation is connected to the rise and fall of the other. When the candle's flame grows, the darkness in the room crawls to the edges of the room. However it is not gone entirely, for it waits and aches at the flame's beings, the moment the flame flickers and dims even slightly, the darkness echoes from it's retreat and expands back towards the flame. One will never entirely over-take the other, even in the lapse of time.. when all things end.. both will still exist in their most primordial of forms. This world, all worlds, are destined to vie for one side or the other, and in many scales from large to small. It is up to you decide which fight and which war you fight for.. in the end."[/i][/center]

These words resonated eternally in the lupine being as he slowly passed through the halls of the Guildhouse, his feet adorned with 'mandatory' and uncomfortable sandal-like padding that protected the wood flooring from his claws. He was disgruntled by these sandals, but he was forced to wear them around the meeting rooms and Guildhouse. However this didn't stop him from doing as he pleased around the grounds before the meeting had been officially called into order. He had spent some short while passing around the Guildhouse sniffing out new scents and surveying new adventurers and travelers coming and going through this place of work and opportunity. This was commonplace for Grendrick as he was fond of keeping his keen eyes open and wary of any and all noticeable adventurers. He knew of those famous and infamous alike when it came to Rift-walkers, which he came to call those who came and went through them for their various reasons, but he also knew those who were making their way up the ladder like those before them. He was among that list of climbers but he wasn't in it for climbing the ladder to the highest ranking Rift-Hunter. That was the opposite of his climb entirely. He sought to be the most powerful, the fastest, the most honed, the ultimate Hunter. He vowed to search Rift after Rift to find his prey time and time again until nothing was too strong for him to hunt. This was his goal, at least his most obvious one, while he might have had a few others hidden within his mind. They were deep, within his thoughts and within a section that most likely harbored his previous life in high regard.

It was only a matter of time before the Lupine decided to make his way to the meeting chamber: Meeting Chamber #24. This room was immaculate in it's nature and many of the service hands that came to and fro throughout the chamber looked upon Grendrick with horror and distaste as he stood among the room. He was the first to arrive of the group that had been asked within it, it was a logical action to form groups with the growing threat of the Rifts. However Grendrick wasn't particularly happy with it all, which he made clear once the meeting came underway with the rest of the arrivals and the passing out of the forms. However his words would come only after everyone read the forms and the agreements upon it.

"My previous statement and agreement with the Iron Hands ensures I cooperate under the systems. I will sign this form, and I will accept the forming of a Party. However, the bearings of such comes with it's own limitations on my end as you already know, Lady Artemis." He said with a stern glare and a primal stance that made it all too hard to accept the ideal that he was calm and peaceful within this room like a normal person. He appeared so out of place, even among the others, a monster among men, and he seemed to hint a nature of it as well with his words. He then spoke up once more. "The gathering of us here, and the collection into a Group is acceptable as I have stated, but they should know that I will not be taking orders like some mutt. If they wish to travel with me, they will learn very quickly what sort of troubles and perils they face in the rift. They had best learn to follow someone more well versed in the Rifts." He stated blatantly and bluntly amidst the room of adventurers and capable hands that were going to be forming this group with him.

He let the others take note of his words, and awaited any possible responses and statements he might have spawned from the group, while he also took part in the signing the form for their party. He also let a few hints at the gesture of a name pass though his mind. He enjoyed the ideal of giving the group a name befitting it's assembly and design. This is why he raised his head up once more spoke out. He wasn't accustom to speaking out this much in a group, but ultimately he had no choice if he intended to teach these new bloods the Rifts.

"L'Ancien Sang et le Nouveau Sang." He is deep, growling voice sounded almost unreal as it spoke such a fluent tongue with ease, but nevertheless the words still came out menacingly. "It means: The Old Blood and the New Blood, and no, it isn't because you are new to the Rifts. This was once my language and it was once what was commonplace for me. We are all in a new place, even myself, though I have more time and experience here. New Blood calls Old Wolves to the Hunt."