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Originally Posted by
lemon 
"I'll need to register your wand." Lots of information was gotten from that thing, it was. Quizzit could tell he had embarrassed or scared or somehow befuddled the young lad, and it really hadn't been his intention. He was just SO achey this morning.
But he attempted to smile (which came out more like a grimace) as he extended his hand for the boy's wand.
Ahhhh. The elbow. Most painful, creaky thing of all.
Austin pulled out the holster that was attached to his leg and handed it to the goblin. He seemed to be rather angry about something, and he hoped that it wasn't his fault. Although the boy wasn't sure what he could have done in the span of a few minutes. He had only said one sentence.
The fifteen year old found it best to just wait out what the goblin had to say, instead of trying to strike up a conversation. He let his mind wonder a little bit, thinking about what kind of information a wand could give.They couldn't speak, obviously, but... how does one extract information? Was there a spell? Or a potion that you could put on the wand? It was very intriguing.