Chaucer's, early Tuesday evening

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Stifling a yawn, Sonia shifts the weight of her bag and unlocks the door to the empty shop. Geoff would probably be up at the school a while yet, but she figured this would be a good time to start on the newest commission. After setting up her small work area, she pulls out a book on heraldry and idly flips through the pages on helm design, occassionaly checking back over the description from Geoff.


[OOC: As usual, the shop is open to anyone.]