Mayt nodded, looking at the person. "Yeah, cya around, though you don't need to stand there like you need my permission to go do a job." He smiles a little, then it drops like a stone. "Maybe when I'm feeling better we can spar, but as for now I have a concussion and don't want to risk making it worse. Would be interesting to say the least." He glanced over at the door to the Guild. He wondered how long it would take for Master Jamie to determine the location of his blackmailer and find a way to silence them. Either by force or turning them into the authorities. But he was certain the Guild Master would do it, and that he would be told when it's over. He tried to relax, drinking more. Somehow, knowing the Guild Master was on the case didn't make him feel as good as it should've.