At Glas' repeated insistence that the box of vials was a gift, Loren nodded in understanding. [say]"Alright. If you insist."[/say] Setting the medicines he'd been collecting down, he moved to the other end of the infirmary. Scanning the cupboard there, he plucked out a medium sized leather bag.
Walking back over to the craftsman, the Launceleyn smiled. [say]"I will certainly pass the word along. And you can pick up the furs and wood before you leave, if that works for you. Just tell the guards I approved it."[/say] Then he held out the bag he'd grabbed for the other man to take. [say]"However, please accept this gift from me. It's just a little medical kit, so you don't have to come traipsing up to the Palace every time you stub your toe."[/say]
Walking back over to the craftsman, the Launceleyn smiled. [say]"I will certainly pass the word along. And you can pick up the furs and wood before you leave, if that works for you. Just tell the guards I approved it."[/say] Then he held out the bag he'd grabbed for the other man to take. [say]"However, please accept this gift from me. It's just a little medical kit, so you don't have to come traipsing up to the Palace every time you stub your toe."[/say]
