Grey nods his head along with Hrothgards speach.
Hroth’s passionate words stirring something within even after Hroth’s sobriety fades.. leaving
Grey staring into the dying fire. Raising his cup in salute.
Time stretches by, the fire dull embers, Hrothgar sleeping contentedly in his chair.
Grey stands up slowly and with a nod towards his slumbering comrade…. vanishes.