<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br/><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province, Koschei's home; then back to the village<br/><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br/>"Splendid." Rumplestiltskin calmed down, putting his glee in check. Truthfully it was partly due to the fact that he could not acquire quite as great a boost of magical energy from this deal with Koschei, due to it being so minor in its terms. Later on, when he persuaded his new comrade to share his means of procuring immortality, he would forge another deal and correct this low-balled imbalance. "Come. You'll meet the beggars you will assume command over." he opened up the scar of the last teleportation spell again, that he had used to follow Koschei in the first place.<br/><br/>The village was acting surprised to see them return, as if there was any question that Rumplestiltskin would be back to resume lording over them. Maybe they hoped Koschei would slay him in a grand battle and continue to play the part of a hermit. "Your master returns. And you have yet another master to serve now." he introduced Koschei formally. "His words are as much law as my own, never forget that. Prepare provisions for tomorrow, when we march on the Northern forests to bring the dreaded trolls into our ranks. Continue to serve me well and I might consider telling them that preying upon you is off-limits." he turned to Koschei to give him a cocky look, the same sort he expected his new ally to be wearing if he expected to make the most of his new lease on life.