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"In a ship...and I was trying to offer a service in exchange for a dohicky my sister would have wanted to put on the ship...but you started flying. And If I'm not back by midnight she might get an even worse record then she has." Sally murmured-happy they hadn't recognized the name.

"...Th'is is why ya go to an actual merchant instead of hoppin' on the first ship ya see..." Rufus's left hand rested on his forehead. His right hand dug in the duster, pulling out the pipe, his left hand came off of his forehead as he dug around and pulled out a matchbox. Simply he procured a match, struck it on the box, and brought it to the pipe and took the first warming puffs. "Now, answer my question, where tha' 'ell do ya live?"

((Visba, you like totally ignored my post))

"I told you, on a ship. We landed somewhere in the forset cause...well they are looking for us. And merchants never want a service, just money." Sally grumbled for a bit about it and snapped out of it moments later. "Um, so I have to ask ships...or steal the parts, but as you see I'm a sucky thief. Is there anything that needs a magic touch around here, I need to find this thing" She sighed-pulling out a picture of the object she'd named before-a panel that hooked up to a small device in the engine. She looked at Moe. "Oh she's a sweetheart she's just...roughish...around the edges...and surfaces...but she's nice...ish...if she likes you" She blushed-her black skin turning even darker as she tried to humanize her sister

Rufus held the smoke in his mouth, then slowly released it into the air. "So 'en, ya know tha' name of ship, correct?" He took another puff from the pipe. "Please tell me ya 'ave a radio on tha' ship 'en?"
Alice raised one of her eye brows. "I have known a couple of criminals, they are not necessarily bad people..."
A loud pop came from the floor, followed by a screaming hiss.
"Damn it..." Alice said, looking at the floor."

"The iron girl" Sally provided. "She's not very creative." She shook her head. "Need help?" She asked. "I have no idea, but I have a wrench and some magic."

"Jerk" She decided. "Men are all jerks." She waited until another came up and used the leverage to knock the first one into him, before grabbing her hammer and stolen goods and booking it-managing to bump into him and land them and the shopkeeper in the floor. "What is is with you getting in my way!?" She demanded.

Moe nodded.
"Yes, Mr. Rufus."

Moe ran down towards the boiler, and looked around.
"Are there any materials that anyone needs me to retrieve?", she called out; she knew the names of the parts [due to tinkering in the past with various scrapmetal versions], but did not know how to repair it herself.

"How can this place be so cold?" The young elf asked after being kicked out of the seventeenth place. They simply didn't like being taught the words of the Winds. Well, oh well. He walked down the street, holding his staff over his shoulders. He sighed and looked up at the sky. One of those metal birds was flying over head. He smiled, that was the way to travel, up in Gallen's embrace.

However not all of the Metal Birds left trails of smoke behind them. Something was wrong with this one. Elmendir began to pick up his pace, bolting over and round people and things that got in his way, following it. He sent a quick prayer to the Wind Father for strong winds to hold it aloft while it found a good place to rest.