"Choker...? Oh right!" Damian shouts out droping the balls he was juggleing, though each bounced of a portion of his body, a should here, a elbow there, a few off his head and the last a small kick of his foot. They all end up falling in a little pouch by his feet that wasn't there earlier. He quickly picks it up and moves over to the bushes, which he starts looking through. Mumbling to himself "Was it here? No. That tree maybe...? AH!" He dissapears into the trees coming out a moment latter with Sabastion over his shoulder. "I completly forgot about that. I swaped places with him when that dragon, umm decided to cut our... conversation short." He places Sabastion by Salthorae and motions that he'll trade him for the breast plate. "It might be best that I take that. I could easily ... liquidate it. There are those that pay highly for evil objects, so that they can be purified and used for the benifite of their church or destroyed if that provied impossible. The funds would go towards what ever expenses that we acure over this ... Adventure for lack of a better term, minus a SMALL transaction fee. I do have employees to look after of course."