After a long and worrisome night, the awaking Hrothgar, king of the Danes, would more than likely be greeted with the remnants of Danish warriors that had spent their last night in glittering, golden towers of Herot Hall. Grendel, pleased with his midnight feeding, would have already retreated back to the moor under the misty hills from which the savage beast had come.
Grendel lived with his mother in an cave under a mucky, sickening, horrifying swamp. As I have depicted in my drawing, the towering beast has awoken from his slumber and is preparing to step into the murky waters of the swamp to begin his perilous journey to the surface. Once he arrived at the top, the blood thirsty walker of darkness would again be on his way to indulging in more human flesh.
This gruesome immoral act took place for more than 12 long years, until ultimately one night Grendel encountered his inevitable fate when he was confronted by the eminent warrior Beowulf!