Grey's face softened into an even deeper smile as he listened to his sister speak. Too long, it had been, since the family had been united, for his taste. Like a glass struck by too sharp a blow, so did Grey's smile shatter when Ashira spoke the fatal words. "Brand is gone. Executed." Though Grey did his best to control himself, his efforts were largely in vain. His spine went rigid, unnaturally straight. His teeth clenched, and eyes burned. Whether a tear escaped his unfeeling gaze was unknown. Beneath his angered grasp, the cheap tin pint of ale crumbled, spilling it's sweet contents across his hand. 

When he felt the sickly sweet ale running down his hand, Grey snapped to his senses once again, looking around. He let go of the now misshapen mug, and wiped his hand absently on his cloak as he looked at his family, grey eyes widening to pools of sorrow. His hand fumbled as he reached to his hip. As his fingers moved, they brushed across the leather wrapped hilt of his sword and lingered there momentarily before continuing in their movement. His dirt-packed fingernails hooked into the elegant engraving of his hip flask as he yanked it free of his belt and brought it to his mouth. Grey took a large swig of the drink, allowing some of the amber fluid to run down the side of his face, disappearing into his rugged beard. 

As he regained control of his faculties, Grey gave a hearty pat on the back to Beren on his approach. Grey raised a hand just slightly from his leg as Loden left to 'take care of something', wanting very much to say something, stop him, but he knew he couldn't. He felt the shared sorrow running throughout the entire family, and he knew that the healer would need time on his own to heal himself. Far from Grey's place to selfishly interrupt, so he let his hand fall without interrupting the mans exit. 

Grey looked down, his face still numb with emotion despite having taken the reigns from his feelings already. His eyes flicked between the others briefly, before he raised his face once again, now with a warm smile mounted upon it. Though fair enough in appearance, the smile was forced, and twitched at the corners in effort. Acting sorry for himself and depressed would help no one -better to keep a warm front for the sake of the others, if not himself. His arms raised from his legs to his hips, elbows protruding in an almost mock heroic pose. 

Grey nodded as Kiera spoke, though he felt her own disconnection with the pseudo-speech she gave. He took in a deep breath, contemplating his next words very carefully before Kiera spoke again and saved him from the thinking. In his peripherals, he understood where the dark elf turned her attention, and took a nonchalant glance in the direction of the window. Though he found nothing out of the ordinary through his entirely mundane senses, he knew better than to doubt the intuition of his blind compatriot. In Kiera's inflection, Grey understood the message. Something was out of the ordinary, and certainly not in the good way. In anticipation, Grey flexed his arms, tight leather armor creaking as he moved. His fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly. 

With a pointed nod, Grey motioned to the back as he spoke, words more for the benefit of any eavesdroppers than his family. [color=seagreen]"I'm not entirely sure I do, sister. Perhaps we ought to return that handle press to Joren Muttle, I believe he'll be wanting it's use rather soon."[/color] He said, taking a step towards the back, still facing those of his family who were left. Both to reunite again with Grimm and to find a more private space for the discussion of what was about to happen, Grey not-so-subtly was urging the group to go to the back, but stayed close enough to be rather noncommittal. He wasn't about to move anytime soon unless the others committed for him.

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