They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
At Glas' repeated insistence that the box of vials was a gift, Loren nodded in understanding. "Alright. If you insist." 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. "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." Then he held out the bag he'd grabbed for the other man to take. "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."
Walking back over to the craftsman, the Launceleyn smiled. "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." Then he held out the bag he'd grabbed for the other man to take. "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."
LOREN
