[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: China Country]
"Seems I'm back," Grimm murmured quietly as awareness returned to him.
He found himself once more upon one of the narrow beds inside the small wooden hut, the mattress creaking beneath his form. Sunlight filtered in through the single square window, rays cutting across the interior and spilling outward over the porcelain city beyond. Outside, the city was beginning to stir—figures moving slowly, each step carefully made. No doubt learned from fear of breaking.
For a moment, Grimm did nothing.
He stared up at the dull wooden ceiling, its grain uneven, its construction practical and dull. Armor still encased his body, perhaps he was too lazy to take it off. Whatever the case, he drew a slow breath and forced himself upright, his armors joints shifting with a soft noise as he repositioned himself to sit on the edge of the bed. His gaze drifted sideways, settling on the service cart near the wall.
