There's gold to be taken, we'll bathe in it when we mutiny!

text His days were still rather slow going as he healed. Being swallowed alive and regurgitated by a monstrous worm would do a number on anyone. Plus, he had been hit in the head by that good sized rock. Which appeared to do more good than harm if anyone around him had an opinion. Gil's personality seemed to have reset back to when he was young and lively. Not as worried or paranoid of intruders and invasions. Less patrolling and more time spent with Modesty. When she had suggested they step down and retire, he didn't hesitate as much as he would have once upon a time.

Coming to sit beside Modesty with a slow gait, he looks to those gathered. His daughters, his sons, even a granddaughter. Their family had grown and that he was proud of. He was proud of everything they'd done and accomplished - even the bad shit. Letting out a sigh, he pressed a gentle touch to Modesty's cheek before relaxing into a laying position, waiting to see what the girls would have to say.

"speech"