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Clive dusted the bone powder from his overalls, clapped his hands together as he stood by Fenna. After they'd  helped the young lass he had kept a tight lip, something about knocking those glorified halloween decorations was irking him something fierce; like how he'd dusted them with his bare knuckles and they didn't even hurt.

"[color=F1B338]No good man can accept money from a man in yer' condition there capt'n.[/color]" when offered a sum of coin the cowpoke declined, he was just helping cause he felt it was what any decent man would do.

"[color=F1B338]Give my share back to whatever the people here need, they seem like decent folk. Like the people back where I'm from, they need this more than me.[/color]" Clive wasn't selfish but also he didn't know what in the heck kinda money these people used but it definitely weren't paper like they used back home.

Clive didn't know what or where he was so when the idea of figuring out what all this nonsense was definitely made sense to him. But he wasn't no hero, he was just a farmer. Everyone else had some weird sorta fantasy stuff going on for them but Clive? He just seemed to not break his knuckles beating up skeletons which was odd but he was gonna just be ignorant to that for now.