Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-11163511-20151220091157/@comment-11163511-20160712103859

"Oi clap. A part-timer, ain't yer? Such a shame yisser schedule's likely crammed wi' al' de silent an' borin' stuff since thar's not much time for anything. Al' dat drillin' must be killin' yer!" Bane tisked, assuming Ark was one of those students who studied part time therefore had hasty lessons to keep up with time restrictions.

"Could you show me, please?"

"Well, if yer insist."He shrugged. "Tis a bit trickier than yisser average snow globe but 'tis not too murder. Let me demonstrate." Bane rolled up his sleeves. He reached into the box to lift the catch then inserted the disc into place before locking it. After that, he began to crank the handle under the row of bells little at a time. "Wait 'til it gets 'ard ter push. That's whaen de sprin' gets taut an' that's whaen 'tis ready". He flicked the small lever next to it, releasing the internal spring which caused the disc to spin and the wheels to pluck the hooks under it, creating a tune.

"Clap? Waaat did oi tell yer?"Bane dusted his hands. He wondered if there was anything else to entertain his guest with."That's jist wan av de wonders ter be offered 'ere in de emporium. How aboyt takin' a squizz at de larger scaled machines dat contain an entire ensemble av instruments? Wanna clap a magic trick? Or maybe git yisser fortune towl? Even though de answers an' stakes are jist de same as waaat yer cud git from a Magic 8 Barl, gie it a shot for the craic av it!"