“Will they even want a pigeon, though?” Rose was holding a weakly flapping bird in her hand, an arrow peeking through the blood-soaked plumage. “He did say one of ‘everything’.” Dale shrugged, tossing a chunk of broken rock into the bag. Hans looked affronted. “Dale! Are you just trying to increase the number of items we bring back so that he needs to pay us a higher fee?” Dale nodded with a wide grin, and Hans pretended to tear up. “I’m so proud.” Hans sniffled and wiped at his eyes, followed by grabbing a handful of dirt and stuffing it in the bag.
