Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160112025117/@comment-5543592-20160112234508

Scire grimaced. "Sorry, we don't actually need any bush trimmers at this time." He shrugged, sitting back on the bench, and leaning against the bars. "You're just going hold out until there's an opening.  We're in desperate need of 'grape feeders' though."