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

Where had they gone this time? Grier wondered and rolled the label of the wine to his line of sight. He hummed in thought. A airid moscato, notes of pear and dark berries. Yet even the smell which lightly soaked through the cork could push away the unending stench of the living dead.

There was another vampire. First, Paisley and then... the blatantly obvious man [@Wraithblade6] that Arlen [@Dark Light] lunged at. Perhaps he'd become a tamed pooch rather than the snarling, nasty beast everyone expected him to be. Rather, he burned with integrity, that same, never-ending intensity. It was fortunate that he was not the 'alpha' of the establishment. There might have been some pack issues, otherwise. Broken tables, the loss of customers due to a fiery, currently muddied temper...

The vested man was glad that he wasn't in control. Still, he looked through the suggestions. He had a lot of work to do in the basement... But that could wait. Most of what was left was petty work. Nothing entirely detrimental to the creation and success of the business.

To go upstairs again or linger below? He stayed in one spot choosing to ignore the commotion below. [i]It was a decision that could sway if someone made contact... [/i]