Oscar's left eyebrow lifts slightly at the news of Grim's involvement with the guild, "Indeed, though I would classify it as a pho-Witchbrew. You see a true Witches Brew requires a newt's eye." Oscar then excuses himself to fetch the whistling kettle of the stove. As the tea cools he prepares himself another beverage. He then prepares a tea with a single slice of lemon for Giselda, and placing it on a small saucer sets it in front of the young lady.
He sits back and sips his drink, "Now Grim I must say a founding member of a guild is an amazing accomplishment. Though I had suspected a more rough and tumble life at some point. Considering your rather muscular build. I absolutely must hear about it."