Grimmlin just watched the battle unfold, not bothering to help his fellow demi-gods moving from shadow to shadow to stay away from combat when it got closer to him by the time the battle ended, he was sweating from the amount of energy he asserted after the battle he looked around at the wounded and the dead putting a Drachma coin in the mouth of every dead demi-god "what a waste." He said to himself "and we are supposed to be safe here?" he finished his job and left back to his cabin.