"None that can't be solved with a few words, innkeeper, no need for you to get involved." Grimm spoke in a bored tone, not even bothering to look at the man. Instead, his gaze was fixed upon the Dryad's glare, confused by her anger. "What is the matter, Dryad, I only assumed that given your anger towards me, you'd no longer wish to be in my presence, and since I don't feel like moving, told you to move so conflict wouldn't arise. Seems to me that you're looking to start a fight you can't possibly hope to win without outside interference, and while  I'd normally wouldn't mind entering a duel with you, I'm currently waiting for a meeting to start and I can't afford to be escorted off the premises."

Grimm let go Tsai's hand before going back to his drawing, this time he was fixing up an older piece that showed a lone Reaper facing off against a large, necromatic dragon, erasing and replacing a few messy lines and polishing up the shading. He took notice of the new arrival who rushed into the ice sculpture,a blond haired girl whose soul spoke of sparks and shocks. [i]Strange . . . the frequency of her soul bears some similarity to that of Criston's . . . I wonder if they're related in anyway.[/i] Similar soul frequency is a phenomena that occurs when there is a connection between souls, through either close friendship,  romantic relationships, or being related by blood. After a few more minutes of inspection, he shrugged his shoulders and went back to what he was doing. She seemed to have suffered a minor injury in the collision, but it was nothing serious so she had no need for medical assistance or assistance to the other side. 

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