Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

He looked over the glittering walls with a look of pure wonder - he had never had the luxury of viewing such things. But staring would do him no good. Approaching the section the man had gestured to he began picking out the pieces that he thought looked particularly nice.

"So, what is it you wan' in return for all this?" He asked, though he did not turn from his task. "I don' stay still for all that long, so I ain't carryin' nothin' with me."

He would return at a later time, if necessary. Beau preferred not to owe any favours, they often ended up being a pain. Something that anchored him in place whether he like it or not.