Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27034559-20151008035519/@comment-27034559-20160227062725

Mr.Gold: And maybe one day....i'll finally find my brother. -sparks fly from cracked pieces of his robotic body--as we reach the Trader's Tent, he gently lays down the boy against a nearby tree- Here, 4 Harpy Feathers...Like you w-wanted.

Sleezy Shuck: Perfect. Here, you can have this back now. -hands Mr.Gold a microphone-like device in exchange for the feathers-

Mr.Gold: I dont know why those feathers are important to you, but thanks. -grabs the device and tips his hat* farewell. -goes back to grab the unconsious boy and continue on his way-