Let's Get Down To Business

Tyrian trotted through the range with one of his latest craft projects banging around on his back. It was a bag and sure, it was butt ugly and lopsided, but it had been crafted by his own paws and he couldn't have been more proud of it or himself for making it. It was a testament to his burgeoning skill. He wore it, ugliness and all, proudly. At the moment it was stuffed to the seams with odds and ends for him to tinker with. He'd collected metal bits and baubles from veteran's plateau and various knickknacks from the range. And amid all those baubles were twines and leather strands, lengths of wire and lord knew what else. He felt prepared to make anything.

There was a shed nearby perfect for crafting in. Inside he would be protected from the elements and hidden from prying eyes - chiefly Sparrow's.

He pushed the door open wider so he and his bulging bag could fit through and then he shouldered his way inside. he said, spying Alarr. "I didn't realize you were in here." Tyrian glanced around then went on to say, "Mind if I sit in here with you? Was just looking for a Sparrow-free, wind-free place to work on some projects."