the Shopkeep whacked Ras in the shin with her cane about halfway through his story and shook her head. "stop telling me about violent things regardless of reason. i dont want to hear anymore ever again." Amber beamed at him and hugged him tight again while the shopkeeper looked at the bag for a moment and then shrugged. "feel free to come back anytime, being a toymaker among immortals isnt exactly... a booming business if you catch my drift. and i wouldnt mind seeing this adorable little one again too, i have lots of toys that deserve a loving home."<span style="color: #a64dff">"can i see the bank hewe daddy? i heawd it was shaped like a beaw, it must be weally neat."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>