Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20180227213644/@comment-25363089-20180418171555

"...Well yeah and she does..kinda.". The goat man told Arthur partly defending his fellow employee as he got the dust crystals from the display case out. "But to be fair she wasn't mad at you personally just folks in your line of work..The ones that go for quantity over qaulity...As you can see..".

The goat man told Arthur gesturing to all the raw,powder and dust woven clothing still in the shop even dust imbued jewlary were still on display. "They much prefer bullets over casting dust..but I digress..You picked out our finest set of dust crystals. These were personally minded by yours truely.". The goated told Arthur as he made sure to carefully put them into a decorated box for him.

Nickelae let out a groan of frustation as he came up to the counter to where Arthur was at to tell him. "I couldn't find anything relating to that dumb poem.". To which the goat looked surpise before asking. "What poem? Little man?". To which Nickelae handed the poem over to the goat faunus. Who then laughed and said. "Oh yeah! I remember him..I'm guessing your looking for a fancy suited old dude right? Yeah saw him messing with some dust in the back over there. Don't know what for..but yeah..he slided me some lien and told me to not mess with anything back there as it was part of some quest.".