[h3][b][i]Grier[/i][/b][/h3]
[h3][Tavern][/h3]

Grier paused from taking the white wine that was set on the table. He turned to stare at Willow's [@SkeletonShadow] creation. With one last wipe of his hands against waist apron, fingers found the neck of the bottle and he took it against his own hip, thoughtful but disappointingly expressionless.

"[color=9e0039]I thank you[/color]," he bade [@Snarfulblast] Snarf a kindness, and paid his own tab rather than dredging into Sophia's. He [i]may[/i] or may [i]not[/i] have heard it through the thin cracks of sturdy wood floors and insulation. 

He hummed a thought, moved over near Willow and stared at her creation. Whatever perfume and soaps she wore laced his tongue, his nose picked and separated everything so minutely. That was one of the advantages (read: disadvantages) of being a were-creature. A wolf of the woods. 

"[color=9e0039]Interesting[/color]," he hummed and spoke to the gargoyle. "[color=9e0039]Are you sentient, or a fool?[/color]" He turned an unending, intense gaze to the witchy woman. "[color=9e0039]Do you have a soul that you use to create a living creature?[/color]"