*he sits back down into his squat and tilts his head, wings twitching twice as he chuckles softly* order?…oh! Wait, this is a place of sales! *he stuffs a hand into his pocket and digs around* tell me good small fellow, what do you ssssssssSELL in this fine establishment? *he looks at his hand in his pocket, trying to grab something still. He fights it a few more seconds before pulling out a gemstone. It’s crude and rugged, about the size of a marble. It’s actually very well shined and sleek if not horribly cut and jagged, but it’s definitely not worth anything. He flaps his wings hard to boost up a bit and switches to a cross-legged sit, thudding down into his seat with both elbows on the bar and folded hands resting under his chin. He raises an eyebrow and slides the gem over with one finger* whatever THIS will get me, keep the change. *he snaps his head to the draconian, then back to the barkeep as he blocks the view of the gem from them. He whispers loudly to the barkeep again* don’t let Penelope see. The frog said she might break into song and I canNOT harmonize right now. 

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