Blackfeather Woods Each and every day,

At her words, Grimsley perked up, his flirtatiousness leeching into a much more serious curiosity. "Work?" He asked, cocking his head ever slightly. She could mean mercenary work and Grimsley certainly wasn't interested in that. The way she had said the words, however, made him think that perhaps she was seeking somewhere to pledge herself - or to someone. He would absolutely be interested in that. He had been distracted looking for Tzila but his original purpose in coming to the Wilds in the first place had been to build his legacy. Perhaps he could start now. It was a little early, but he never closed a door with opportunity behind it.