Grimmel ³

Finally, after a long hunting season, you returned to his fortress. He was still busy with work, though—so much so that he was shuffling through papers right in bed. Sheets of parchment were scattered across the expensive cotton bedspread and woolen blanket. There were perks to sharing a bed with the world's finest dragon hunter.

He muttered under his breath, scratching a pencil on the parchment, counting something related to his subordinates. "And God wouldn't want you to crumple this parchment, as he puts it, 'with your nimble ass.'" The grown man slouched on the bed, half-naked—it was a warm summer night, after all.