Sitting up and stretching his arms toward the sky with a yawn, Grim greeted the new day. He awoke in a hollow formed by the roots of a towering dead tree just outside the graveyard. Remembering then that he had chosen the spot because he thought the dead tree over the place of dead men fitting, he smiled under his mask. The leather of that object had once been a stark white, but now droplets of blood spattered the face of it and grime discolored the edges. The rest of his garb was in a similar state, but still functioned for its intended purpose.

Pushing himself to his feet, Grim inspected his belongings to make sure they were all there. Satisfied, he dusted himself of and started toward the tavern and his newest gig. Someone wanted to pay him a lot of money for his skill, and he wasn't about to say no to that. After all, they must have sought him out specifically. No reason for that effort to go to waste. Strumming at random strings as he walked, he made his way toward the building making a soft but discordant tune. It appeared that he was a little late to the party, as several others were already in attendance.

[color=silver]"I have arrived! We can get started now."[/color] he declared, tone jolly despite the slight rasp in his voice. He punctuated the statement with a strum across his instrument before stilling the strings with his gloved palm.