Richard grins. "I don't mind the paperwork terribly. Occasionally I even unload it on the students." he says, making his enjoyment of doing so clear in his voice.
"And you certainly are Huntsman enough for the both of us. I appreciate it, I don't have the patience for all the Grimm hunting." he continues. Richard knows his friend is as noble a Huntsman as they come, following the tradition to the letter. He also knows just how much the man loves the fighting and violence, and dare Richard say it, the explosions. A wry grin crosses the archaeologist's face, deciding Dannum probably cares equally for the tradition as he does the explosions.
As the two professors talk in the corner, a group of rough looking men shamble their way into the bar. Obviously Scavvers by trade, their clothes are sandy and worn. Oasis is certainly not a bar to raise an eyebrow at a customer, no matter their state. Any sort is welcome at Oasis, especially the strange ones. The strange ones tell the greatest of stories after all.
What Oasis doesn't welcome, is rough housing drunks. The seven of them rolled in and crowded the bar, waving and harassing the bartender for drinks. The bartender, a young blonde boy has the patience of a saint, deal ing with them as professionally as one can. When he steps to the other side of the bar for a bottle, the bunch begin to jeer and flout the boy. In their exuberance they knock over the drinks of the three students sitting at the bar by the group.
Unlike the bartender, the Shade students don't have patience for the men. They kick their stools behind them with a clatter as they stand, shouting at the group of scavvers. What was said was lost in the din of the uproar as a scavver threw a punch at the lead student. The rest join in quickly as the rest of the patrons give them space to brawl.
"Well now. Were we not just talking about unruly students?" Richard says with an eyebrow cocked the erupting fight.