Harshing sat at the top of a spiralling tower in the old french Qu'il Chateau he owned. The rest of it was in ruins, broken and messy. But, this tower was habitable and had a fantastic view of the Swiss alps on the horizon. Snow covered all the lawns outside Qu'il Chateau. It was christmas, but, he had to meet in his French residence because the only person he wanted to celebrate with was Grimes who was running away from British forces.

He waited, patiently for Grimes whilst stoking the fire.