Thread:Kat2wind2archer/@comment-26863232-20180211163904/@comment-26863232-20180503001710

Goldy looks at you, and then back at her ukelele. She's hesitant on telling you what happened.

But she gives in.

"....Okay.  Sooo..... I kinda stole your pencil while you were talking with Master....  And Charlie came over to get it back....  So....  so....  He stole it from me.... drew a blowtorch.  And tried to use it....  It made fire.  Real.  Real fire.  Out of a paper blowtorch.  I d-don't even get.... I don't get how this world works.  Only Charlie does.  And he's dead...  but he was already dead anyway, so.... so.............." Her voice trails off.