Well, a little bit of good news for a change certainly was a pleasure to hear. Gray Calx nodded and emptied his glass. All in all, not too shabby of a start. He had already secured himself a place to stay, so going full vagrant was now a concern of the past. On top of that, he was all beered up; what’s not to love? His worries and anger that had followed him from Canterlot were slowly starting to dissipate. No more reminiscing on what he had done behind everyone’s back, and how it was too late to reopen the doors he had permanently closed. He took a decision, a supremely drastic decision, yes, but by Tartarus, he was going to stand by it, for better or worse. Outer Grove was a new start; looking behind was just grounds for regression.