The hobbit lingered under the stage, his eyes on the woman and the two people now with her. A beautiful woman dressed in fine silks, some kind of noble he guessed. And a robed man. A wizard, it looked like. It was safe to approach them now, with the dangerous-looking man out of the way and yet Grigori found he did not want to.<br/><br/>He was a shy person at the best of times, and shy-er still when it came to revealing things about himself. It he approached the bard now she would ask who he was, why he wanted to join, what he could contribute to her mission and he'd have to answer...  In front of the robed man and the pretty woman and in the middle of a whole crowd of people and he could just imagine them scoffing at him. Grubby little Hobbit that he was, only in it for the money and yes, he was skilled with a bow but what he was most skilled at was getting into places he shouldn't be getting into. Not something one bragged about in public.<br/><br/>No, it seemed best to linger in the shadows a while longer. See how things developed from here. Crouched low, he moved underneath the stage to try and get a bit closer to the trio... Close enough to hear what was being said.