"Aww, leave the boy be!"  Drawled the bear, stretching, before wincing, then starting to unwrap his left pawlike hand and arm.

"Don' count ya chik'ns afores they's hatched-- as what ma pappi taught meh. We kin haggle 'th'r majesties' when we gits 'im home...'

He stretched out the withered looking and disheveled 'hand', then made a grimace along with a fist with it, as eerie coronas whirled about it for a moment, then flexed it approvingly.

'No sense pattin yaself o  da back fer a job half finish'd, naw is dere?' He quipped with a mischievous hint of a smile before moving to the other hand.

'On da odder hand....'

Once more with the wrappings getting unfurled, the wincing, fist clenching, and eerie blue glow.

'Ain't no harm lettin' the boy know 'e might consider wha'tis we mights all 'preciate fer da trouble, naw is dere?'


He made a sparkly eyed and big toothy grin that rapidly turned to a grimace as he unwrapped his chest and torso, sucked a beath, then shimmered in blue again.

He turned his attention to Jazdia.

'Anuh idears on how we gunna do 'at? Bout did us in, showin at old conjurer da door-- aint nona'us good fer nuttin right naow.... I' dat bread I smells?'

He limped toward the table, wrangling one of the leg splints free, as he went pausing to shove an entire roll in his face with a contentment that seemed out if place, before swallowing hard, leaning on the remains of the table and grimacing again. Blue light blooming around the leg then vanishing before taking a pause.

'uh might need anodder bottle....'

He muttered.