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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@CandiBarr91 Excellent... >3

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Grier

[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. It was a decision that could sway if someone made contact...

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@CandiBarr

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Teehee.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Grier

[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. "Ah."

... Was that it? 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. He was always in the background doing repairs. 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.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Grier

[Tavern]

Grier paused from taking the white wine that was set on the table. He turned to stare at Willow's @SkeletonShadow creation. With one last wipe of his hands against waist apron, fingers found the neck of the bottle and he took it against his own hip, thoughtful but disappointingly expressionless.

"I thank you," he bade @Snarfulblast Snarf a kindness, and paid his own tab rather than dredging into Sophia's. He may or may not have heard it through the thin cracks of sturdy wood floors and insulation.

He hummed a thought, moved over near Willow and stared at her creation. Whatever perfume and soaps she wore laced his tongue, his nose picked and separated everything so minutely. That was one of the advantages (read: disadvantages) of being a were-creature. A wolf of the woods.

"Interesting," he hummed and spoke to the gargoyle. "Are you sentient, or a fool?" He turned an unending, intense gaze to the witchy woman. "Do you have a soul that you use to create a living creature?"

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light I love how many people have joined and made characters! I think it's wonderful!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ten for Grier.

Nine for Paisley?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light Sure! He can easily dabble between crafting perfume and fixing broken bits of the establishment! c:

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Dark Light I've made it so that Grier and Dorian might have a pleasant past together! They don't see each other often, but I'm thinking that he's rented one of the rooms for a while now. So... :D

Also, Grier might want to take part as some type of Maintenance. He's a quiet man, he'll get the job done without much complaints!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Paisley and Grier

[Upstairs]

Up the stairs in the quiet of the hall, Paisley encountered a handful of strong aromas. Some floral, others of husk and spice. She'd rounded a corner, just past the first corridor and saw a tall man wiping his hands free of animal fat, which undoubtedly was drenched in the scents portrayed. Green eyes met the rather intense blue of one of the quietest customers of the Tavern, one who had been around for a year without as much as a peep.

His bills, as @Dark Light Dorian would note, were always paid in full, on time, and the scents were never foul enough to raise suspision (unlike the skunk-like trail that weed left through the halls). The apron he'd wiped his hands upon rested untidily at his waist, tied from front to back and front again. The vampire stared, a bit awestruck from the stanger's appearance, how strong the beat of his heart was. His blood must have been as warm as a summer day...

Grier however, was unimpressed. The scent of death wreaked havoc on his senses. He did not speak, but his fair blue eyes shone with disdain, his lips pinned in a tight line. He moved past her without a word and went down the stairs into public eye, running a hand once through his hair, the scented fat creating a makeshift gel. He moved near the bar and gave @Snarfulblast Snarf a kind look. Perhaps they were familiar with each other. One of the rare faces that the bartender might have kept a quiet secret.

"I'd like a bottle of white wine, I have a few glasses upstairs," He spoke with a crack. It was clear he hadn't spoken in days, if not weeks. Months?

Paisley stood there, a hand over dead heart, frozen in the hallway for a moment more before all brooding feelings were shaken. What a strange man. Of course, this was the oddest tavern she'd been at in some time. And with much intent she looked both ways and tried the door to his room, gathering the remnants of his craft on the handle.

"Oh," she voiced her disgust, but hadn't anywhere to smear it. Instead, she tried again. Locked. Oh well. She'd pick the key from him someday, or wedge her way in through his interests. There was a scent in there which reminded her of the thirst that never truly went away. It sated it, and quite frankly, Paisley needed it. Instead, she moved into an empty room. The curtains were drawn, elegant gown dropped and the blankets pulled over her head... It was then that Paisley slept.