[b] [u] Grey Onyx [/u] [/b]

Grey wandered the halls, the events of two months ago more or less forgotten. Well, maybe not forgotten, but certainly... far away. Right now, he was just focused on delivering this package. Recently, Grey had been assisting the smiths in churning out gear, seeing as how the demons had destroyed quite a lot of equipment and he was one of the few gifted with the knowledge of smithing that wasn't dead, hospitalized, or Tyrael.

As such, there was an impressive backlog of student requests, among them a crossbow for a man by the name of Athalus. Why a student would need a crossbow was beyond him, but students also occasionally needed rat viscera so the crossbow didn't seem all that odd. It was a simple, though effective tool. Not quick by any means but accurate and it packed a punch. He eventually arrived at the snake-woman's room (apparently they were... erm, romantically involved) and softly knocked at the door. He listened for a moment, and he didn't hear anything. Well, it was still early. He left the package by the door (there were instructions on calibrating the damn thing included) and went on his way.

[i]Well... now what?[/i] It wasn't even noon and he didn't really have any other tasks to complete today. well... He could always just patrol... yeah. Yeah, that's what he'd do. And that's what he did.