Grim had had a rough night. With so much on his thoughts, sleep was elusive. Thankfully, something had come of his restlessness. He had concluded that the smartest course of action was to try to work with the Hallandren, not fight them. The many calls for murder had worried him, though. Another death at this time would be terrible.
Thus, discovering Vard's death had greatly distressed him. A Hallandren spy among the Idrians? That did not bode well; it meant the Hallandren may in fact have ulterior motives. The rest of the Idrians would not accept this. Grim had not known Vard, but wondered what he had done. Who had murdered him? Had it been Idrians? Just more to occupy Grim's already swamped mind.
When Aili called to him, Grim was a bit annoyed. He didn't know the cook well, and wanted to get to the Green Potato so he could think more. However, when he discovered she wanted to talk working together, he was satisfied. Clement could wait a bit longer.
Approaching Aili, Summon,and Cog--what was different about the craftsman?--Grim spoke up. "I think this is a great idea. Without Bebid, and with the recent developments, there is no chance of reaching peace without beginning to talk soon. Summon, Cog, Aili, why don't we retire take a room in the Red Salmon to talk about this?"
Grim realized what was so off about Cog. That lack of...vibrancy. The man was a Drab. Where had his Breath gone?
Grim shook it off for the moment. Turning toward the Red Salmon, he beckoned to the others to follow.