A beautiful lady whose powers he could only guess at, a wizard, a fighter who was an archer like him to judge from the bow on her back and another fighter of the broad and bulky kind, with a knightly bearing and a servant trailing after him. One by one Grigori watched them meet with the bard, clasp hands, introduce themselves and be welcomed into the group. A versatile group, with a little bit of everything. Women and men. Fighters and... other sorts. No-one he recognized from the guild. No-one who even looked remotely like his kind. The sneaky kind.<br/><br/>Yes, perhaps he stood a chance yet. Perhaps he would fit in with this group.<br/><br/>Now if only he could find a way to introduce himself that wasn't so damn public...<br/><br/>Just then, the bard said her goodbyes and went of by herself. All alone! Was that smart...? He wondered. After the things she'd said, the quarrel she'd had with that man? Should she really be off by herself, without her new companions to protect her? Well, smart or no, it suited him just fine.<br/><br/>The Hobbit waited for the others to leave off before he stepped out from under the stage, out of the shadows and into the open. He took care to stand up straight, to push the hood of his dark green cape off his head so he didn't look like a man with a secret who didn't want to be seen. Just another leather-wearing adventurer with a bow on his back and a sword on his belt. A bit greasy-haired maybe, and with quick eyes that darted right and left to keep a keen eye on his surroundings, but nothing too suspicious.<br/><br/>He set off after Rain, hoping to catch her someplace quiet.