Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180914145456/@comment-27344811-20180926221206

And poof, giant force of maroon smoke that pushes him back.

Once the dust clears, standing behind said torch is a normal height... thing... that appears to be wearing a cloak.

Grimm brushes off his wings. "Ah, marvelous! It was only a matter of time before I endud up here. I assume you are the one who lit the torch? No, no, it;s boviosu, I know. It is simply... business, I suppose."