Coal into Diamonds! (RP tiem)

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Coal paused, offset momentarily. He wasn't yet used to in-party communication. Most of his time spent in Rune-Midgard had been simply hunting alone.Fortunately, the sending itself was very much like talking: so much, in fact, that his unsophisticated accent carried over into it despite the lack of vocalization.

Sorry, got a little distracted with the talkin'. I'll be with ya in just a coupla minutes.

Turning back to the Kafra employee, Coal rummaged around in his storage box for a while, taking out various things he thought might prove useful for himself and his partymates: extra gems for Oolong (unfortunately, he had no way to make holy waters), potions - white and blue - for Shichiro to throw, a fair supply of yggdrasil leaves, charred salmon for himself (the flavor of potions being something he hadn't grown accustomed to), berserk potions, green potions, and various ores for a quick repair in case his contagious enthusiasm caused one of his fellows to break their weapon (odd how that seemed to happen.) All this he stuffed into his pack: he needed space in his cart, after all, for an ample supply of picks with which to dig out the coal they were looking for.

Putting on a pair of Machoman-brand sunglasses, also from his storage box, he then headed to the banker he'd talked to only minutes ago and made a withdrawal, being sure to ask for the money in coins, which were heavier and tended to deal more damage when swung at things.

Shortly thereafter, the smudged, muscley man appeared in Izlude, grinning sheepishly, one hand occupied lugging a packed cart behind him, the other holding a large "HB"-inscribed axe, which he braced comfortably on his shoulder. "Sorry again. My memory's not so keen, so I had to check through all my stuff to see what we might need. All set now though."