Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170211043604/@comment-26892768-20170212221647

"White pellets. Hurt like crazy. Probably some kind of combat magic. Any of that ring a bell?" Crow asks before Shovel Knight can say anything.

Now that Crow said it, it seems obvious to Shovel Knight. "Wait, how did you..."

"Some of my machines run on magic, so I've had my fair share of experience with it." Crow answers.

"So you're a tinkerer!" Shovel Knight grins underneath his helmet.

"...No. Part of my job, but not the main focus." Crow clarifies.

"Ah. Still haven't hit the mark, then..." Shovel Knight muses.

"I'd tell you what my job is if you actually pressed me, you know, but if you want to keep playing the guessing game, go right ahead. I'm not stopping you." Crow grins, revealing his rather sharp teeth.