Thanking the driver, Grimm stretched out his muscles after the long ride from one of the last town. He crouched down and hefted his bag up onto his back before standing back up. At the very least he should be able to do a lot of business here in a larger city. Larger cities also brought larger troubles, especially in Donnaieth. He'd already attracted the stern look of a guard thanks to his foreign look and the fact that he was standing alone with a large amount of luggage. He set off to find an inn so that he would have another answer to the usual 'Who are you, what is your business here, and where are you staying?'.

Grimm soon found a place on a side street off of a side street, barely a dozen rooms arranged on two floors at the end of a dead end. He entered his new room on the top floor and checked the lock over, finding it secure albeit barely. He set his bag down and untied his weapons from where they were secured, arranging them on the bed. Selecting the shield, he slung it over his back before hanging the rest of his possessions high enough up where only he could reach them. Smiling now with the necessities tended to, Grimm left his room, locked the door and hit the streets again. A poster in the lobby caused him to pause in the doorway.

"A ceasefire? monsters?" He stood in one place, scratching his neck. Noticing that he was entirely preventing entry or exit, he moved on, deciding to find a bar and maybe get a little more information than the poster provided.

Grimm soon found a fairly full bar though it was the middle of the afternoon. He walked in and took a seat, almost immediately finding what he was looking for, a loud mouthed soldier by the bar. "Of course I saw the thing, near a hundred paces tall and horns on its head as big as trees! Picked up a dozen men in one hand and ate them whole." The soldier by the bar went on, "I figure that it'll take everyone's armies to tackle these, but I hear that the rest have their own trouble to deal with. Dragons as big as castles, great flaming demons. It's the end of the world and I plan to die drunk." He thumped his fist on the bar for emphasis.

Grimm bought himself a cider and sat down to think. The man was obviously exaggerating but how much?