User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2016/@comment-27161581-20160907165852

Keys immediately prostates himself before his Queen, gesturing to the windowless vehicle behind him.

Keys: "It isz I, your royal highness. It isz with gratitude that I return, bearing gifts for her worshipfulness."

With an internal smile, Keys, one for theatrics, faintly lights his horn, and unlocks the machine.

''As the keyholder of the vaults, the changeling had access to the choicest selection of the ship's loot, and plenty of time to appraise the worthiest pieces. Within moments the need for his ride is made clear. Boxes of antique wines, well sealed and kept cool by the oceans depths roll out upon waves of jewelry. A pair of well engraved ivory pistols roll out, among piles of gold, both wrought into masterful pieces of armor, weapons, ornaments, and unwrought piles of refined gold. Hundreds of other precious things roll out, clearly pieces from Nero's piracy. Soft silks from Saddle Arabia, exotic perfumes, and even magnificent pearls from the depths of the sea. Gemstones set into rings and necklaces are scattered around like odd pieces of gravel. The ivory, and leather handle of a ceremonial whip rolls out to stop at the Queen hooves the strap spotted with blood red rubies, hopefully its natural color, while it's bottom contains another larger matching piece at its pommel. Keys hides a fang filled grin.''