[h3]Grier[/h3]
[Room!]
In his room after the comment of plans... Grier had begun to concoct a soft perfume as a gift for Sophia [@CandiBarr]. He'd realized with some embarrassment that he was rude. This was the only way he could apologize. He avoided rose, jasmine and strong flowers. Instead choosing the most gentle of whispers, even going as far to incorporate what was like morning dew: a fresh blade of grass. The perfume would have to sit, but the mechanic was pleased, tucking it in a locked cabinet of many other creations.

It was a waiting game now, slowly drinking through his wine as he worked on projects both involving personal craft and the tavern itself...