Grim cleaned under his nails with a blade. Damn blood and guts, impossible to get off.
He was in one of their many refuges. Gaspard was working with an calculator, and Baptiste was gone.
“You known Crossiant for long?” Grim asked nonchalantly.
Gaspard looked up, but said nothing.
Grim scoffed. “You mute, or just an asshole?”
Baptiste entered the refuge. “I'd say he's of a bit of both," He interrupted.
Gaspard nodded.
“Since you seemed so....put out by my not telling you about your friend I bought a present."
Grim eyed him cautiously. “That right?”
“Bring her in," Baptiste commanded, his eyes on Grim.
“Her?”
Baptised merely grinned as a man brought an unconscious woman into the room.
“Ah," Grim sarcastically started, “A person. Whatever did I do to deserve such an expensive gift
