Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191021184338/@comment-3293219-20191031212543

"Hmm, we have some stainless steel up here, that's otherwise going to waste." The Wanderer shrugged, stepping up onto a counter, reaching up. His short, wool-like jumper sort of shrivelled up his midriff as he reached, which probably didn't help things for Morgan.

"Crystal, Ceramic... A bit of glass and balistic Fibre..."