The AAMS bank was a mess. When Yotingo opened the door to the vaults and narrowly missed being crushed by an avalanche of STUFF, he decided it past time for a summer cleaning.
Well, Yotingo knew what to do. He'd need crates for putting stuff in...kodos to carry the crates to put stuff in...not to mention a hefty fire totem to dispose all the unknowns sitting (and probably living) in the corners of the vaults...
And lists! Lists of what had to go. Hours later, just such a list appeared on Derscha's desk:
Three orphaned prairie dogs. Soon to be found homes.
One piece Heavy Leather. One piece Thick Leather.
Frogs. Parrots. Explosive Sheep not yet exploded. Limeade. Full tuxedo sets.
Six undelivered letters.
Blood. Don't worry, it's just scorpid blood.
Shoulders of the AAMS uniforms (nothing else, just the shoulders).
Three pieces of copper ore.
Dark Iron residue. Okay, who's been making dwarf deliveries?
20 sprigs of what looks like dessicated nettle plants.
Lots of blasting powder. What dummy put those near the sheep?
Shiny red apples. (Still shiny after all this time? Probably not good for eating.) Tasty cupcakes (much better).
Eleven lockboxes that no one could open.
A white sparkler.
One elixir of major firepower. Spicy. Three elixirs of major shadow power, and a major shadow protection potion to go with it.
Twelve lesser healing potions and sixteen minor healing potions.
A recipe to cook Mithril Head Trout.
Six feathers. They're not from chickens or parrots, either.
Two very lovely dresses. Should sell before Borbitox gets ideas.
Four 6-pocket bags, one 8-pocket bag, three 10-pocket bags, one 14-pocket bag. The 14-pocket is very well made, should fetch a good price, but still too small for our couriers' needs.
Lots and lots of alcohol.
Lots and LOTS...
...Yotingo knew what he was going to be doing for the next few days. Hic.
Well, Yotingo knew what to do. He'd need crates for putting stuff in...kodos to carry the crates to put stuff in...not to mention a hefty fire totem to dispose all the unknowns sitting (and probably living) in the corners of the vaults...
And lists! Lists of what had to go. Hours later, just such a list appeared on Derscha's desk:
Three orphaned prairie dogs. Soon to be found homes.
One piece Heavy Leather. One piece Thick Leather.
Frogs. Parrots. Explosive Sheep not yet exploded. Limeade. Full tuxedo sets.
Six undelivered letters.
Blood. Don't worry, it's just scorpid blood.
Shoulders of the AAMS uniforms (nothing else, just the shoulders).
Three pieces of copper ore.
Dark Iron residue. Okay, who's been making dwarf deliveries?
20 sprigs of what looks like dessicated nettle plants.
Lots of blasting powder. What dummy put those near the sheep?
Shiny red apples. (Still shiny after all this time? Probably not good for eating.) Tasty cupcakes (much better).
Eleven lockboxes that no one could open.
A white sparkler.
One elixir of major firepower. Spicy. Three elixirs of major shadow power, and a major shadow protection potion to go with it.
Twelve lesser healing potions and sixteen minor healing potions.
A recipe to cook Mithril Head Trout.
Six feathers. They're not from chickens or parrots, either.
Two very lovely dresses. Should sell before Borbitox gets ideas.
Four 6-pocket bags, one 8-pocket bag, three 10-pocket bags, one 14-pocket bag. The 14-pocket is very well made, should fetch a good price, but still too small for our couriers' needs.
Lots and lots of alcohol.
Lots and LOTS...
...Yotingo knew what he was going to be doing for the next few days. Hic.
Edited by Yotingo on 6/6/2012 11:09 AM PDT
