Battle-tested

His bed was warm, comfy, and most importantly, Sorcerer was in it. Who would want to leave the arms of their sleeping boyfriend? Unfortunately, Grimshaw knew he didn't have much choice. Well, actually he did, but he didn't want to disappoint Artorias and as one of the Vanguard, he was more or less expected to show. They were going to be raiding after all, and if they sought to be successful, The Hallows needed their best and strongest fighters to attend. Although he had never asked for such a rank, not to say he didn't appreciate it, he had to live up to it. He might be getting older, but he wasn't going to start getting weaker now. Even if they had to adopt he was determined to be a father. Getting old now wasn't acceptable.

Prying himself out of the sleeping mans arms, he pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and quietly left their room. It wasn't like he was going off to war, risking his life with the chance he may lose it, so why was it so hard? This was just a meeting anyway, it wasn't like he couldn't return to his lover in the next few hours. Perhaps he wouldn't even know he was gone.

Once out of their room, he picked up the pace to the council chamber and entered. There was no surprise that he had been the last to arrive, though it didn't seem like he was late. Offering a nod towards Artorias and any of those that acknowledged him and took his place at the only remaining seat. At least he wouldn't have to wait too terribly long for the meeting to start.

"Speech!"