From her side of the door, Naomi could hear a few things happen in quick succession. First, she heard an old man mutter something along the lines of, "Now who the bloody hell could that be..." followed by the creak of a chair and some shuffling. Then there was a bang, followed by a louder bang, and then a resounding [b]BOOM[/b]. The crack under the door glowed bright blue for a second then faded. 

The door swung open a few seconds later, revealing a disheveled man that looked to be in his late 60's. His eyes were weathered, but manic, going back and forth - likely due to the small explosion that had just taken place. He was dressed in moderately fine robes, simple but very well made, and loose fitting in a way that made movement easy and showed that he was fairly fit for his age. He had brownish hair that was graying, and his eyes were a dull steel. Besides his robes, the only thing of note on him were his open toed sandals (which Naomi would likely know was a no-no when it came to enchanting) and the small necklace that had a tiny focusing gem on it. 

Veeran looked at the woman in front of him, scrutinizing her. Between his disheveledness, his eyes darting back and forth, and the fact that his eyebrows were singed, he made for a strange, perhaps frightening sight. Finally he spoke, "Yes, who are you? I don't recognize you, so you're not from around here. Are you looking for something made? If so, please come back tomorrow, it's already fairly late and I am done for today. Unless you're here to collect taxes? You're three weeks early, so again, come back later. Or don't come back at all! Haha!" He chuckled at his rather weak joke. 

His face settled, and he looked at her strangely. "Well? Spit it out, I was reading a very good book when you knocked."