<div class="floatleft">(https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/000/471/569/large/kevin-hou-original-prbq-0dd600004dd5125f.jpg?1443929380)</div>Who: Bigby<br/>Where: Southern Germany<br/>What: Acquaintances<br/>With Who: Red, the bird, Sun, others<br/><hr/><br/>"Fear always lives on. Fear is forever something that exists. And that is good. For without fear, courage and valor would not exist. Without fear, true strength would be impossible. I need not create it, I have never needed to. Only to strengthen it." Heroes could throw around their bravado, but Bigby was not interested in what they could do, but why they did, and when. It was one thing to spare with a fellow warrior who only seeks to measure you. Another to face down the armies of darkness and stand to meet them.<br/><br/>He ate little during the feast, though he did pile his plate and ate slower then the others. It was a way of not being impolite, as he truly didn't need to eat, but he did have a taste for a few things. Additionally, anyone eating that looked over and saw him not eating would be rather put off by it. Then the bird came in and spoiled the bratwurst. Pity, he liked that stuff, especially with just a touch of sauerkraut.<br/><br/>He said nothing to the bird, merely regarding it as one might regard a child trying to wear his father's shoes. What was Rumply doing, sending this bird, to strike fear into HIS heart? Rumply was more than a fool. The fey was a blasted, bloody moron. He would learn. By force, if Sun and Cu Chalainn had anything to say about it.