As Grimm skulked through the back alleys of Valewood she smirked as she saw a pathetic man that passed himself of as a blacksmith. This blacksmith ripped off every customer he ever sold to, however the Reaper didn't care about that. That was just luck to every person he sold too. This was just his fate, To tip the scale to balance each other. Otherwise the world would slowly drip into darkness and evil, even if people said she was evil. "This the guy Fate?" She asked her scythe and a shallow whisper filled her ears with the answer that fate has brought upon him. She walked closer and closer towards him and brought down her blade in a swift slash, cutting the man open. And as the screams filled the area she slide past Fenris smoothly and muttered "Those knives are fake" and smirked before disappearing like smoke being picked up by the wind