"So Hows the grimm"

Hadryn: "Ah, the Grimm. Those monstrous creatures that seem to exist solely to make my life difficult. I mean, seriously, can't a guy get a moment's peace? I'm just trying to breathe here, and what do I get? More Grimm. It's like they have a sixth sense for when I'm about to have a moment to myself.

"Hows your time at-"

Hadryn: And let's talk about their timing. It's impeccable, really. Just when I've got my helmet off and I'm feeling a bit of a breeze, here they come, all snarls and claws. It's like they're saying, 'Oh, Hadryn's finally comfortable? Let's ruin that.'

And don't even get me started on their lack of manners. No knocking, no 'excuse me, sir, may we come in and try to eat you?' Just straight to the attacking. It's downright rude, if you ask me.

". . ."

But you know what? It's fine. It's all part of the job, right? Battling Grimm, saving the day, not getting a moment's rest... Who needs sleep anyway? Not me, apparently. So, bring it on, Grimm. I've got a slab of cheese
W-wait cheese? The hells my sword?