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Elias conversation with his uncle was brief and distant. Beyond the exchange of basic pleasantries and a slightly cold welcome, Elias remembered nothing of it.

A servant led him to his quarters; the long trudge upstairs seemed like a mountain to the tired traveller, however he made it without complaint, nodding absently to the servant as he prattled on about what he could do to serve Elias.

The voice of the boy eventually faded into the background as Ellias gently leaned against the wall, looking out over the estate through a small window. Many men moved across the field towards the woods, shouting and signalling to each other. A small frown crossed the man's face, however he pushed it aside and pulled his cloak from his shoulders, tossing it onto the back of his chair as he began working on his shirt.

The small clearing of a throat caused the Grimm to frown, turning around to see the boy awkwardly staring at the ground. A small, weak chuckle arose from Elias chest.

[color=royalblue]"Ah, my apologies. You're excused. Thank you."[/color] Elias managed a weak smile, nodding gently at the boy. He simply lacked the strength to be disdainful or aggressive. Had he been more energized, perhaps he would have regretted his actions towards the woman who had approached him earlier. Then again, she had seriously overstepped her bounds.

The youth bowed his head and muttered his awkward thanks before quickly exiting the room, obviously relieved to be out of the room before Elias removed any more clothes. The notion struck him as odd; normally, servants didn't show any qualms about that kind of thing out west. [color=royalblue][i]Must be different in the East.[/i][/color]

Elias tossed aside his clothes and nestled himself into the quilts laid out on the bed, entering a deep, dreamless sleep.

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The sun was just peaking over the horizon when the Grimm awoke, disoriented and in a foul mood. A new set of clothes was draped over the edge of a chair by his bed, obviously put there for his use.

Elias slowly changed into them, making his way to the first level of the estate and quietly slipping outside to the stables. The cold morning air bit into his cheeks, promising a wet, rainy day.

He found Hundar asleep in the corner of the stable, well washed and fed. Elias had originally planned on performing these actions himself, however the estate hands had beat him to it. Pleased with their work, Elias returned inside, following the scents of food to the main hall, where an excellent dinner was set.

Marcus, Ellinora, and the woman from earlier all dined quietly. Marcus smiled broadly and motioned for Elias to join them. "Come, join us. It's good to see you awake."

Elias managed a smile and took his seat across from the woman, nodding to Marcus in thanks. [color=royalblue]"It's wonderful to be welcomed so warmly into your home, Uncle."[/color] The pleasantries were a facade, however Elias didn't want to alienate himself within the first day of arriving.

With a small, mirthless smile on his face, Elias turned to face the woman from yesterday. [color=royalblue]"Forgive my presumptions, but I am led to believe that you must be Alexis Grimm. Do I deduce correctly?"[/color]