Ocean's Breath Plateau My hair is the color of cheetos right now, and I will take no questions.

His brow furrowed in a way that might've meant frustration, but he was only concentrating while the elder man did his study of the objects. When the answer came — that there was little known — he was not bothered, and in fact appeared to relax considerably. It was good enough that nothing appeared nefarious in nature.

Thank you for looking, I appreciate it. He remarks, and begins tucking the objects and the plants back together in the bundle. This proved to be difficult given that Raiyuk had severed the twine and could not magically undo the damage, so the bushel ended up being a very untidy pile of things wrapped in the dried skins.

It was in this moment that the young man let out a somewhat dejected sigh and seemed to resign himself to defeat, plopping to his haunches, with a faraway look upon his face.