A Feast of Thanks

The move to the southern island had been stressful for the young man, his mothers grave being so far away now. There was simply no way he could visit her unless he took an adult with him and who would have the time to go all the way back just for him to visit his dead mother and the stone that marked her grave? It had been a thought frequently visiting his mind, leaving him a bit more depressed than he usually was, and with that came his moodiness and intolerance. He'd kept himself separate from the others as usual, even choosing to distance himself from Bowen some so that he wouldn't lash out or hurt her in some way. He was good at hurting others, so he believed he was better off leaving everyone alone.

When a call rang through the halls of the castle they know called home, Grimshaw was curious and strode slowly towards the room the call came from. Resin stood at the helm of the room, surrounded by the others that had gathered seated at massive tables covered with foods of all kinds. Grim had never seen so much food in his life and wondered who did all the work here, preparing it and setting the tables and whatnot. Finding himself moving towards the tables, he found a place to sit at the end and away from the others. Instead of imposing himself on others, he figured if anyone wanted to sit with him then they could.


"Speech!"

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