Sol pondered the discussion; a Grimore was ones soul... interesting. However it did not necessarily have to be in book form, perhaps everyone here could obtain a grimiore in some form in another. He adjusted his sword and walked back into the room, "Well I’m going to get breakfast, might want to prepare a platter for your guests, its buffet style so you can just get your own whatever." Sol said as he went to do just that. He got a platter of pancakes liberally doused with syrup and sat next to Cruz, "Hey there, how’s your morning going?" he asked conversationally.