He hadn't made much in the way of suggestions to Aurelia, it was her home and making suggestions for 'improvements' would be rude. He simply pointed out that he wanted his child to be as safe as possible in the home, and was willing to donate funds and materials to ensure Aurelia felt her home was as secure as she could make it. Since he had access to the dwarf markets, that meant he might be able to get more materials than she could previously.<br/><br/>Most of the work was done in the living room, designs and calculations, though no one there except the two draenei would realize he was trying to make an engine, though the locals would realize that it used magic as a power source. The engine did several things, including spinning a propeller, as well as causing two long, thin rods to 'rapidly' move back and forth, though he thought he MIGHT get a revolution of the long rods every second or so at very best. The only work he was doing out in the 'secure' shed was metal working, carefully measuring and cutting pieces of metal and began treating the simpler steel pieces to not rust, though several pieces of mythiral and adamantine were sitting in a corner, clearly waiting for something.<br/><br/>He nodded to the contact, and took a nearby table, facing somewhat toward the contact, but also facing all of the room. He wanted to make sure he wasn't being shadowed before making contact with the man, likely later that night, or so he was planning. He just hoped the man would work with him. After a moment, he decided to try a sending, see if he could contact someone he wasn't familiar with with it, as it was close enough for nightfall for him to spend the night without raising eyebrows. He sent a soft mental throat clearing, letting the contact know how he was contacting him, before sending the meat of the message.<em>Sorry for delay. Let me know your room, will meet you there during the night. Safer for you.</em>