After a few minutes Hops decided that one of his chicken pot pies would hit the spot with a firewhiskey to wash it down. He was about to go in the back and get it when he heard the door open and saw a familiar person plop down across from him.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Vinteren? How're you doing this evening?" It was a bit late but perhaps he had been up at the school for some reason or another.