<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, Sun, others<br/><hr/><br/>Red and he had a history. A very intriguing one. She had been one of the few to embrace fear, to stare it into its eyes and make it blink. "My lord? That is far too formal for you, sweetling." He said as he emerged from the room he had been given. He had been brought out by Sun Wukong, a being he knew well for being as fearless as they came. Not out of courage, out of recklessness. He was impulsive, and while his supreme immortality and other powers gave him no reason to need courage, it was still a form of "courage" he didn't quite appreciate. True courage was hard to cultivate, though, and if someone started out reckless, well, all the better if they eventually developed the caution to make true courage.<br/><br/>He returned to where a strange assortment had gathered. Two legendary heroes of old tales, from opposite ends of the world, a kitsune who feared her race going extinct, and of course, sweet Red. "I would have thought you wanted to be greater then Heaven, good Wukong. But I suppose some restraint is warranted, after all, you did get pinned under a rock for some time." The tiniest smile could be seen under the hood.<br/><br/>The servants moving away from him served as his introduction...though he looked, for now, as no more than a feeble old man. Hell, he even sounded like one. He had adopted the look of the crazed hermit living on society's fringes. It was what humanity feared the most, after all-the one who lived alone.<br/>