Grigori wasn’t in the crowd surrounding the stage. He was underneath the stage, crouched in the shadows, watching the bard’s performance through a crack between the planks. Quite an interesting view it offered too.<br/><br/>As Rain spun her tale his expression turned thoughtful.<em>The power to take what you dream and make it reality</em>. He smirked. Oh no doubt the pretty bard would be a very busy bard tonight. People would be lining up. For was that not what everyone wanted…? And then she promised fame as well, to go down in history as a legendary hero. And though that was not for him he knew that too was something many desired.<br/><br/>To make your dreams come true... It’d be dangerous, he cautioned himself. Dangerous, with little chance of success and every chance of dying a nasty death but if one did succeed... If one did succeed then that’d be it. The big one. He’d never have to rob anyone ever again. It'd be sunny days and balmy evenings and an unlimited supply of gold to do whatever he wanted. Nice clothes, good food, a cozy little hobbit-hole in the country... He shook his head. No need to get carried away.<br/><br/>When Rain exited the stage Grigori followed underneath, his nose about ten inches from her heels as they thumped the planks. Then she stepped down and he didn't follow anymore, choosing to remain in the shadows, out of sight. He wouldn't approach her. Not yet. Not even when the man harassed her because though it was tempting to come to her aid she was a feisty one, with a sharp tongue, able to look after herself and anyway, she soon had help a-plenty. No, he planned to follow her. Find out what he could about her and her mission, about those that would be joining her. And then... Well, he wasn't sure yet.<br/><br/>For now he'd watch, and listen.