Wulf Elba stood before the Grimknights, his expression unreadable, his posture slouched as if the weight of existence itself drained his energy. He raised his hand lazily in greeting.
"Yo."
The Grims are just staring at him - their eyes demanding explanation.
Wulf let out a sigh and rubbed his temples. "Fine. Again, my name's Wulf Elba. Some people call me The Restless, but I don't know why." Espada laughed again but she was holding it - covering her mouth with his palm.
Ignoring Espada's gesture, Wulf continued. "I have Quas blood, and my contracted entity is this annoying jester."
At that moment, a ghostly figure materialized behind him—a lanky jester with a wide, mischievous grin. It juggled invisible balls in the air before tipping an imaginary hat.
"He doesn't tell me his real name," Wulf muttered, "and frankly, I don't care to ask."
"How rude!" the jester chimed, floating around Wulf's head. "The great and fabulous Wulf Elba, lacking in social skills as always!"
