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Ted didn't know what was going on, but he knew he didn't like it. And he hasn't gotten a kiss yet. Maybe he would get two, like interest or something. For having to wait. Maybe that was too optimistic. Should find out what's going on first, worry about smooches later This thing was now crouching and tilting his head. Is it really a bird? Was it gonna lay an egg? It was soon standing up with a finger, refusing a 'gift.' Something he never would of gotten anyway. Why was the girl worried about giving anyway? It's not like the birdman was going to threaten them. What would he do? Peck them to death? Ted's mind was full of thoughts, some racing through it. But some were ungracefully and disastrously slow.

"But a barter for the poor sartor." What? What in the world is a sartor? Ted knew what a barter was, he heard of the term before. Was it a singer? No, that's a bard.. then what's barter.. oh a trade! A trade. An exchange of wealth. Bending over, he picked up the bat from the attacker. "mine.." His mumbled words only muffled by the mask. He knew that the bat had some value to it. This guy wasn't going to get Ted's hammer, he held that near to his heart. He always had it and it served him well. But if he really wanted to trade with him, maybe Ted could get something for the bat.

So he stood there, his hammer in one hand and a bat in another. Waiting for something to happen. Does he want to right now? How does this work? Does he even have anything? Maybe it's under his clothes. It can't be anything too big.. While Ted was there thinking, the girl answered a little more politely than he would of. "You mean, you want me to help you or something" He finally spoke up. "Labor?" Ted had done that a couple times before. Mostly it was moving rubble from entrances so people could loot the insides. They would pay him in food most of the time. Some girls had given him a kiss in thanks, which still hasn't happened. Because this bird guy wants something. "What do you want?"