(Yeah, it's fine!)<br/><br/>Wintergreen is about to argue that surely he should get something out of this, but then he realises that he had already taken five of the bird's feathers. "Alright, Ferrod. Let me grab some cloths and stuff from my ship," he says, wandering back over to the ladder to his ship and dreading the task of cleaning an ancient being 60 times his own size.