back to work

Grimshaw didn't mind working alone. It allowed him time to think and decide on things without outside pressure, but one could argue that it helped even if he didn't think so. He was sure Malachai would help if he asked him later, though asking was part of the problem. Grim wasn't the kind to ask for help, but he was neither the kind to push it away when he needed it.

"I'll make sure to do that," he responded with a nod, not even sure where to begin with such a list. He'd certainly need Malachai's help with that, making sure he wouldn't forget anything. Once the bar was built, it was just a matter of acquiring the alcohol or making it himself. Both options were being considered, however the man didn't have a clue of where to start. A mix of both seemed likely the best, a healthy combination of home brewed something-or-other and something foreign and special.

Grimshaw couldn't agree more with him in one aspect, however in another he saw the risk. While he wanted to prevent encouraging anyone up there, Grim felt that it was dangerous enough to at least warrant some kind of training but he'd push it no further. He didn't need any more work for himself with the bar and his recovery, and once both of those were settled he'd have even more work with his patrols and running the bar. He shrugged in response and looked back to the work. He didn't have much of a plan now, but he could come up with that while he cleaned... probably.

"Speech!"

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