Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20180227213644/@comment-25363089-20180418015615

"Noooot~ Shopping my mentor...rather we rob it..I think..that or we are to just go there?...Its a pretty vague poem..Knowing my Uncle he would probably want us to rob it.". Nickelae told Arthur as he rubbed his head trying to figure out the real message to the poem. "Red dust,Blue dust, Yellow dust and more can all be found at the store...I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say the three dust in the poem have something to do with it..

most likely those are three dust types we need...Look I'm not into this either but..Its my uncle..I say we humor him..what is the worst that can happen?". Nickelae asked rhetorically as he started to walk off towards a local dust shop. Though it was clear he was kinda enjoying the little adventure.