Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140127022424/@comment-16171938-20140129034149

Regda walked over to Bergen and took the gold stinger from him. He slung it on his shoulder, the weight a little more than the bags of mulch.

"I'll worry about this, as for you you get some wood from the knocked over trees for the plaque." Regda said taking the stinger back to the garden area to work more with mulch.