The sunlight streams from Kiran's window, the flecks of light beaming directly on Kiran's face. As the sun continues to rise, the light increases, slowly waking up Kiran. Eventually, he wakes up, stretching his arms into the air, his joints crack. Kiran opens his eyes, sighing from a good night's rest. Turning his neck to the right, Kiran screams from finally noticing the intruder in his room. "Holy crap, don't ever do that again." Grima is seated at Kiran's desk, the fell dragon looking through Kiran's notes.
"Is it time for battle? If you're going to keep me here against my will, at least use me for something entertaining." Grima turns his attention to Kiran, the now awake summoner still slightly shocked.
"I'd rather not use you in battle just yet. Especially since very few people even know that I've summoned you, Grima the fell dragon of all people." Kiran slowly unwraps his blanket, the chill air nipping at his exposed skin.
"Leave it for a worm to worry of other worm's opinions." Grima eyes Kiran as he covers himself with his blanket again.
"I'd appreciate some privacy to change. I'm going to make an announcement of your summoning today before breakfast."
Grima turns back to rummage through Kiran's desk. Keeping an eye on Grima, Kiran quickly changes out of his pajamas, a plain t shirt with basketball clothes courtesy of his own world, and into his official robes as the Askrian Summoner. The pristine white robes a sharp contrast from Grima's weathered black robes.
"It's time for us to make the announcement. Once that's done, I might send you out in battle." Grima follows Kiran this time, Kiran leading the way to the main hall; several heroes already waiting expectantly.
"All so pathetic. A total waste of time, even for you," Grima remarks. Kiran ignores Grima but can't ignore the pointed and confused stares aimed his and Grima's way. Everyone moves out of their way, the two of them reaching the front; Kiran stands front and center while Grima stand slightly behind and to the left of Kiran. Kiran loudly clears his throat, the chattering slowly dying down.
"Fellow members, I have an announcement to make, today we have recruited another hero; this one of the World of Ylisse. While I hesitate to call him a hero, Grima the fell dragon is now a part of our ranks and I assure you that he cannot cause harm to any of us."
Grima steps forward, now directly beside Kiran, a scowl evident on his face. Grima scrutinizes the crowd, all of them seemingly understanding Grima's ill thoughts of them.
"Having him work with us ensures that neither Embla nor Múspell can use Grima against us. For those of you with questions, which I can only assume to be several of you, today I ask that those of you not of the World of Ylisse refrain your questions until tomorrow. For those of you hailing from the World of Ylisse, I shall gladly answer your questions personally. Thank you all for your time. All of you are dismissed." The crown disperses with Kiran's approval. Several leaving in some state of fear due to Grima.
"Are we done with this meaningless task?" Grima stares at Kiran, not noticing the angry exalt coming their way.
"Hello Chrom. How may I help you today? And a fine hello to you as well Frederick. It's been awhile hasn't it? How many days ago was it..." Kiran blathers.
Chrom places one hand on Falchion, the sword slightly raised from its scabbard upon seeing Grima grinning down at him.
"We met each other yesterday Kiran. Now what is the meaning of keeping a thing such as him here?" Kiran blanks out from Frederick's sharp tone.
"Well, we need him. Yeah, we do need him, but he could kill us. But he can't can he? Or maybe he can- Hey!"
Grima places his hand on Kiran's shoulder and stands in front of him. "And who are you to be questioning an ally as powerful as myself? Certainly, if anyone has complaints, it should be from your precious exalt." Grima focuses his gaze back to Chrom, the exalt raising Falchion directly at Grima, Grima remaining steady.
"No fighting!" Kiran steps in between Chrom and Grima, pushing Falchion towards the ground. "Please understand, but we need him. Chrom, you've seen how much we've struggled against the enemy. And if I release him, then the enemy could place Grima under a contract as well. It's too risky." Chrom sighs, sheathing Falchion.
"And if he betrays us? There's no guarantee that he won't." Chrom keeps his hand resting on Falchion. Frederick remains behind Chrom, his hand placed on his axe.
Kiran places his hand on Grima's shoulder and resumes speaking, "There is no guarantee that won't betray us, but this is the best opportunity that we have. At the very least he can't do anything against my will without the contract in place so-" Kiran yells from the axe shoved in front of his face, Kiran falling to the ground.
"And what of you. You possess the ability to control Grima; why should we believe that you won't betray us?" Frederick places his axe closer to Kiran.
"Gods Frederick, stop!" shouts Chrom pushing Frederick to the side. Or at least attempts to, Frederick staying in place.
"I would never attack anyone of you! I promise." Kiran remains on the floor, his eyes wide in shock. Grima squats down to Kiran's level.
"Say the word and I shall gladly kill every one of these wretched worms," Grima tells Kiran as he stares directly at Frederick.
"Keep it up and I won't even send you into battle against the enemy! I have no reason to attack my friends." Kiran stands up, dusting his robes.
"Frederick, pull back your axe. We have no reason to distrust Kiran." Frederick puts his axe back, retreating behind Chrom, but not without leaving a glare aimed at Kiran.
"You are too kind milord. But I shall be by your side in case an incident does arise."
"Is there anything else you need Chrom? If not, then I have to show Grima the ropes." Kiran eyes Frederick's axe.
"No, there's nothing left. I'm sorry for what happened. I hope you know what you're doing Kiran." Chrom motions for Frederick to follow him and the two of them leave.
"Next time, give me the word and I'll dispose of them." Grima begins to walk away.
"Oh no you don't. We have training to do. I need to see how you perform in battle."
"You finally have worms for me to dispose of. Where are they?"
"You have to wait for me. There's no way I trust you alone. Let me take you back to your room and I'll bring the rest of the team." Kiran walks back to Grima's room, Grima trailing behind. "Rest for a couple of minutes and I'll be back with some other people."
"Don't waste my time." Grima enters his still barren room, a platter of breakfast now placed on his desk. Alongside it rests a note, 'I know you said you don't eat but it's always nice to have enough energy for the day,' Grima reads. Burning the note to ashes, Grima eyes the plate before dumping it into the trash, plate along with it. "Damn human." Grima sits in the chair, tapping his foot as he waits for Kiran and the rest of his supposes team. "What a fool to think I'd work with foul humans." Grima waits in the chair, a time of what seems like razing an entire country passes, and still no knock. Grima still waits getting even more impatient by the minute, his hand now curled into a fist. "Damn exalt, I'll roast him alive. He better not join this idiotic battle." A few more minutes pass and finally a knock alerts Grima of Kiran's return. Pushing the chair to the ground as he stands up, Grima slams the door open, his eyes facing directly at Kiran and his new 'teammates'.