“I dunno. I made it, that’s the end of it.” He says gruffly.
Mulberry then asks what he’s working on now.
“Making a new plow for the farmer.” He says, hammering away.
The mare asks if he is open for more commissions. She could certainly use more bullets for her gun.
“Sorry. Busy. Plus I don’t have gunpowder.” McClank says.
The mare wonders if she should… “Deal” with McClank before she leaves, and perhaps “deal” with the metal runes as well.