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“Your reputation proceeds you White Rose.” he used the same name by which he greeted her. A sign that he was aware not only of the individual called Helena Turner but by the sigil she bore. After all he didn’t say White Shadow but had used an singular identifying alias for her. Newhaven wasn’t entirely blind in fact it was rather keen on the movers and shakers of the world. Grim had much understanding of each faction’s leader. He has studied Wolfpack members and potential candidates for both allies and enemies.
The White Rose, Helena Turner, was said to be a seer. Though this remains unconfirmed Grim had no doubts as to the nature of her mysticism. He glanced casually down at his arm, the metal faced the healer the wound concealed beneath the bulk. Her words only reassuring what they both knew. She had seen his brawl with the crop keepers. She had witnessed the terror of his magic.
Shame took his mind, guilt gripped his heart and though it wouldn’t show, a shadow settled over him that would not shake. Defending oneself or protecting his beloved Newhaven was one thing, but every time he took a life out of rage it cost him. It mattered not he would hold that burden steady till his dieing day. Never forgetting the price of every soul spent.
Once he pulled from the deep his eyes took back toward the sudden guests. He eyed the young companion Helena had brought carefully. Gauging for himself that such a frail looking thing could never be more then a healer’s aid. So instead he faced the White Rose speaking with an edge now as he felt uncomforted before her all seeing gaze.
“There is no need to be coy Lady Helena. Your reservation does not escape me, and your thankfulness could go toward the wounded. I am Sir Grim, and I’m afraid that I am short on daylight. So if you wish to proceed I’d kindly ask-”

From behind he could just hear the heavy drop of feet rushing behind him. The behemoth twisted back glancing over his shoulder to spy the Newhaven sigil making its way toward them. By the time he had decided to face the incomer the messenger had actually arrived being fleet of foot and well practiced. He delivered a fine parchment folded into a small delicate scroll. With nothing more then a bow he was on his way back.
Grim’s thumb broke the seal it still hadn’t fully cooled and was stringy at his brush. Pulling the message free from its form he read the message. Deciphering the code took him some time, they rarely had been using letters of late for fear of interception. Yet from the quick scrawl and the smear of the charcoal he could ascertain Mageria was hurried and furthermore concerned. When was the Captain not worried anymore? Grim didn’t reflect the fear that was contained by the words, but he did look long and hard at the healers while he weighed in how to explain what he knew.

“I’m afraid I’m going to ask you to kindly come with me. You’re in danger out in the open. I understand this is much to ask since your pledge of neutrality. All I can give you is my word that I mean you no ill will and that I do not intent any treachery. If you refuse, then I can do nothing more to protect you.”