Writing for this makes me wanna go back in time and not fail English because every time I'm panicking Ok innuendo time because I really can't think of anything else. Couldyoupleaseremoveititfeelsgross Greta is exploring the guild premises and is outside the workshop door when she hears... Apprentice: Sir I think you've gone too big. Rroyo: Come on put your back into it. Apprentice: Sir! I don't think we can do this. Rroyo: We just have to get it in there and we'll be ready to fill it. Apprentice: Sir I can't lift it any higher. Greta opes the door slightly and peeks, Rroyo and his apprentice are trying to lift a very heavy container type thing into an alcove Alasse: Boring Greta: Umm do you guys need a hand? Apprentice: And just what help would an elf be? Greta opens the door fully and draws herself to her full height, which resulted in her whacking her head on the door frame. Rroyo: Great! Offer of help accepted. Apprentice: (Whisper) I thought dwarves didn't like elves. Greta slowly picks up the container and slots t into the alcove. and slow steps back in awe, the wall wasn't, in fact a wall, but one side of a huge machine. Rroyo: Hmm what? Apprentice: I'm just surprised you're accepting help from an elf. Rroyo: To hell with races as long as it gets the job done I don't care, even if you're a gelatinous contraption monster. The apprentice's creation oozes over to Greta and rubs its lens against her leg. Apprentice: I'm thinking of calling him Dave. Greta: Dave? you sure? It's just uh I tend to umm attract females because men get a little intimidated. Couldyoupleaseremoveititfeelsgross.