[Rumple eyes Jack for a beat, but then shrugs and rolls right on. He's Rumplestiltskin, after all. And the method of travel sounds, intriguing, if uncomfortable.]
I go by Mister Gold. So you're willing to have the wind carry me-- and coincidentally, you-- for several hundred miles to where I need to be?
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[Rumple eyes Jack for a beat, but then shrugs and rolls right on. He's Rumplestiltskin, after all. And the method of travel sounds, intriguing, if uncomfortable.]
I go by Mister Gold. So you're willing to have the wind carry me-- and coincidentally, you-- for several hundred miles to where I need to be?