New day

Grimshaw hadn't been with the Armada for long, but he already felt more at home here than he ever had in the Hallows. The structured training, patrolling, and even hunting were building not only his body, but his mind as well. Gone were the days of dwelling on his past. Now was the time for growth and he would see to it that he would overcome what has plagued him for so long. It had been some time since he found himself in the training ring and wondered if anyone today would be interested in sparring with him, or giving him a lesson of some kind perhaps. With the recent loss of the General, he wondered who would be taking over most of the training.

He found himself strolling up to the rings but a moment later and found that he wasn't the first here. Briar, a girl he recognized from back when they were young and he was a part of the hallows, seemed to be cleaning whatever had found it's way up from the ocean during high tide. Aware that she and Artorias used to be friends, but completely unaware of anything since then, Grimshaw approached with a loose smile. He couldn't remember a time that they had actually met, so he kept his greeting polite.

"You're Briar, right?" He asked as he strolled up, pausing some steps away to give her space while she worked. "Would you like some help with that?"