Draig eventually found the Grave Forger in the depths of the valley and found the foolish person excitedly rummaging around taking any piece of scrap metal he could find. By his side Aoi was was struggling to walk with a number of the old Blades tied to her back like a mule.
"Aoi what are you slowing down for, don't you see all these treasures just laying here forgotten. We can't just let all these things go to waste" cried Ginji excitedly steam pouring from his nostrils like a bull as his eyes seemed to glimmer.
Draig watched from the side a bit disturbed as his opinion about this world being full of weirdos was only solidified by this scene.
'Perhaps I should be a bit more like my old self. . . .' thought the Feratu, it seemed to him that it was a good way to filter out the weirdos if he did so.
Sighing to himself he made his presence known to the Grave robbing duo.
