"Oh thank god." Keenst said sitting at the bar, the body in the tavern, falling through the shadows and disappearing. " I need this more than you know Grillby." He said nodding and smiling, " Thank you. again." He said as he dug in like no other time through the night, bothering not with formalities, he picked up the drink and took a large drink from it, before digging back into his food, as if a famish had fell over him,  was he even breathing between bites?<br/><br/>"You pick up tricks over the years, makes fighting easier, especially when you have time to prepare before the battle starts." He said between bites, so it took a bit.