[Taryon shoos his roombas out of his way with a gentle nudge of the foot, although that doesn't stop one from beeping insultingly at the motion. His sleeves are rolled up, being in the middle of collecting every consturction material and organizing it across his workbench and available surfaces around his room.

He brushes his fingers through his hair one last time before opening the door, smiling and this...antlered man. Well, whatever. Plenty of people back home have horns, although their faces don't necessarily resemble a human's.] Hello! Yes, this is the abode of Taryon Darrington. I would offer you something to eat, but there's not much space for us to sit down. Come in.

[He steps away, showcasing the collection of books, anime figurines, and other toys pushed aside to make room for bottles of chemicals, papers covered in notes, and random scrap he collected from bins and bargain stores.]

You...wanted me to work on your spear, right?