Varontis hummed happily as he worked. He was sitting on one of the lounge's many couches- actually, it would be more accurate to say he was lying across it, taking up an entire couch in the already-crowded lounge with his body and his various supplies. He was knitting, at the moment, in the end stages of create a warm woolen scarf, dark green in color. His scepter, a wonderful piece of gold and emerald, sat at his side, and he planned to use it soon. Once this scarf was done, Varontis planned to Naturalize it, and his mind raced with all of the possibilities for a living scarf. He could make it so that this scarf, by its life, was warmer than any other scarf ever created, and it would make an excellent gift. Or he could engineer a living scarf that would strangle whoever tried to wear- not too much, of course, Varontis never killed, especially with his pranks. He just couldn't decide which to try first, and his excitement was definitely impacting his rate of work. Hearing with his well-tuned ears a smidgen of conversation, he glanced up for a moment, and saw the guildmaster conversing with someone who had his back turned to Varontis, but who Varontis could still identify as the curator of beasts. He gave a small, polite small to the guildmaster, then set to work once again.