*Pyyran, on one of his numerous mere-moments visits to the Arms, plucks one of the flyers from the couch cushions, and smiles down at it.* Acacea... Who else? Eh, may as well... I've no clue how to make much more than patterns, and all those skins, rotting away in the vault... May as well.
*He shrugs, and pulls a small piece of hickory paper from a pouch at his belt, along with a stick of charcoal. He scratches out a quick letter, and heads out, making his way to the Temple of Deliar.*
Ms. Triba Gues:
I am interested in participating in the Tanning, Tailoring, Toxicology, and Alchemical classes offered by you. I offer my services as a locksmith, as well, to instruct those who wish to learn in the ways of setting and picking a variety of types of locks, bolts, and other impediments to one's free access of a space. I am interested in clarification as to "Devices and Mechanisms," as well; I feel I would probably like to participate, but I am not quite sure what is meant by that title.
Luck be with you,
~ Pyyran Rahth.