Within the tent of the traveling circus known as the Grimm Troupe, their most loyal member was beginning to pack their things for the day. He let the tent's opening fall shut, letting the flames within illuminate the space. He retreated further into the tent, intent on speaking with the master before they all called it a night.

"Master?" Brumm called out, his voice resonating deep within the floor of the caravan's tent. He set his accordion bug down. "...Mrmm... are you asleep?"

The muscular bug looked up towards the ceiling, squinting through the darkness.