<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: Making an appearance<br/>With Who: Snow and others<br/><hr/><br/>Bigby had made a point to wander. His potent powers of fear meant that no border was closed to him, for he simply stirred up the fear of what he might do if he was rejected. He never acted on these threats, never needed to and never wanted to. The taste of fear varied from country to country, and he enjoyed sampling the local delicacies. Fears ranged, but he had noticed when the fear began to turn. Everywhere he went, the fear was slowly changing to a threat of an unknown invader, a fear that to him tasted of stale bread and watered down soup.<br/><br/>In short, Rumply, as he was beginning to call the creature, had annoyed him.<br/><br/>He was well aware that Snow was looking towards him. He could sense the mirror's own fear of seeking him out-and who wouldn't be afraid of gazing upon the very primordial essence of fear itself? For this reason, he was already making his way towards the castle that Snow White resided in. She was afraid, he knew it. And that fear had caused her to call him. That was courage, and he was always happy to lend a hand to those who presented courage. At least, he was now.<br/><br/>He took the parchment, and while he did not intend to read it, his finely honed intuition told him to do so. This was a good idea, since signing it would allow him to quickly travel to Snow's castle. He didn't mind walking, but teleporting was faster, and speed would be helpful. His signature was a drop of blood-he had no true name to sign, so instead he used a symbol of fear. A single drop of blood inspired more fear than a thousand dead bodies.<br/><br/>And the drop was enough, as the mirror was given and the portal was made. Of course, his mere appearance was enough to cause a minor panic, a panic he quickly quelled by raising his hand. "I mean no harm. I have come to speak with the lord of this castle." Yes, Snow was a lady, but he was incredibly old fashioned. "Our friend Rumply has angered me. I wish for him to know my wrath. So for now, we are allied." This did little to alleviate concerns, but they would at least receive him.<br/><br/>He was shown to a room, where he might rest. He had no need to rest, but he would patiently wait. As much as he enjoyed wandering, he had stirred enough fear. Even Snow herself might feel a chill down her spine simply by knowing that he had arrived.