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

[@SkeletonShadow]

There was a disappointed sound which resonated from the tall man. He twisted the bottle against where it rested, finally bringing it across his chest with a cross of arms. "[color=9e0039]Ah.[/color]"

... Was that [i]it[/i]? Grier wasn't much for words. His curiosity was sated. Instead, he lingered, wondering how an illusion could have a scent. Her magic must have covered more senses than sight alone. The maintenance man moved over to a small wooden box labeled 'Fixes and Suggestions' using a key that was tucked down buttoned shirt to open the lock.

This properly introduced the mystery man. [b]He was always in the background doing repairs.[/b] It made plenty of sense then, why he'd descended the stairs and hadn't been seen entering the Tavern. He sifted through the suggestions and carefully folded what was important. He then crumpled what was not and stuffed it down a pocket of dark pants. He snorted. Different lights? There was nothing wrong with what they had now.