Grizelda follows, circling around the tree with the dragging of tail and a curling of claws against roots, scraping pale sickles of bark from beneath her grasping feet.
Rumpelstiltskin smiles in earnest, his interest only sharpened. This man recognizes a deal before any utterance of the word, and is appreciably wary about the endeavor. This alone has elevated him somewhat above the usual desperate peasant or powermongering king.
That, and the fact that he does not hide his fear, just as the Dark One does not hide his wolven face. Monsters among monsters, baring their souls to the world and one another.
"If it's power you wish to be rid of, there are ways that can be," he pauses briefly, almost theatrically, as he searches out the word, "remedied, shall we say."
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Rumpelstiltskin smiles in earnest, his interest only sharpened. This man recognizes a deal before any utterance of the word, and is appreciably wary about the endeavor. This alone has elevated him somewhat above the usual desperate peasant or powermongering king.
That, and the fact that he does not hide his fear, just as the Dark One does not hide his wolven face. Monsters among monsters, baring their souls to the world and one another.
"If it's power you wish to be rid of, there are ways that can be," he pauses briefly, almost theatrically, as he searches out the word, "remedied, shall we say."