In the year 1125 Grismore finally re-located the man he was hunting he toyed with him, weeks of torment surrounded the mans last days. Grismore waited outside of pubs and like a ghost in the wind he would talk to the drunken male and even get off a few good hits in the process. For weeks the other man grew weary never leaving the pub alone, but that never stopped Grismore. Using the plants and elements around both of them Grismore still managed to torment the man. Making the plants able to speak to the other he left messages from Annika for him. When he ran crying for help no one credited his needs for most of the time he was drunk. Writing it off as a drunken plea others turned their backs on him and left him alone in the streets.

The night of his death, Grismore left him in peace as he strolled towards the forest sober. Interesting, he thought. Perhaps tonight was a test if the voices were due to alcohol. No matter, the night had come for this man to die. Moving silently up behind the man Grismore adjusted his brown leather vest over his dingy white tunic.

"You murdered Annika." the statement held no emotion behind it. Another think Grismore had picked up on doing, his rage had taken over and consumed so much of him that he had learned to not show emotion, learned to contain it and function normally on the outside. His voice had startled the other man causing him to spin around and face Grismore so fast that he had tripped over a root and fell into the mud.

"What the- who are you?" He asked suddenly very concerned that he was alone. The power radiating off Grismore giving him an edge he had never anticipated.

"Me? I am your worst nightmare. I am the idiot bookbinder Annika was going to marry." He stated simply and walked forwards a few steps. "Name is Grismore, no I don't care what your name is. I only care that you stop breathing in the same terrified manner Annika did." He stated letting his rage show through his eyes. The man turned and scrambled up running further into the forest. A cold heartless laugh echoed out as Grismore gave chase.

He didn't run as the other man had, he had confidence in his ability to catch him before either had to leave cover of the trees. Reaching a hand out in front of him Grismore forced loops of roots out from the ground to entangle the mans ankles, taking him down every other step. The more the man fell the closer Grismore got, his features never changing as he moved closer. The pure hate towards this man driving his every step. Pulling out a dull dagger Grismore pushed the sleeved to his tunic up past his elbows. Crouching over the other man he smiled, the action never met his eyes.

"Can't fight me? What your only tough enough to fight a woman who is weaker than you are? Or did you attack her from behind and take her down before there was a fight?" He snarled out his normal soft gray eyes swirled like the clouds in a storm would. Lightning flashed in his eyes moments before it flashed in the sky. Just as the clouds opened up to let the rain fall, Grismore plunged the blunt blade into the males stomach. Due to the blade being so dull Grismore had to add more pressure to the stab forcing it to crush any organ that lay in his path. Pulling the man off the ground Grismore pushed him against a tree and twisted the blade around three times before pulling it out of the mans stomach and plunging it into his right eyes leaving him pinned to the tree for a moment. Watching the blood ooze from the dead mans body Grismore simply turned and walked away letting the storm wash the blood from his skin as he walked.