Thread:GulfstreamTheGardener/@comment-44642068-20200126195801/@comment-33229352-20200127041255

Gevar had casually watched all of this play out from her usual perch in the crow's nest. She had lugged a few bags of goodies there by herself, and had selected a few chunks of gold that softened easily in her hands. She molded it like clay as she sat on the edge of the platform, swinging her legs like a little kid. "Everything alright down there?" she called out lazily. She wasn't actually concerned, but hey, it didn't hurt to ask.