Holding out his hand, he took the vial from the other man. He rolled it over in his palm as Loren explained its properties. He nodded, impressed and pleased. He took the vial, without word, and placed it in the pocket of his outermost layer. His other hand moved back and pulled a small dagger from a sheath on his belt. He set it down on the table, where Loren would be able to see the intricate carvings on the blade, and the beautiful and sturdy hilt made from luxere antler. "This knife is made by one of the oldest bladesmiths in Halo."
Icy eyes rolled over everything else that covered the table, as he mulled over his question before asking: "So, you're wanting to integrate better in civilization here. You want the people to trust you, yeah?" The Olson man lifted a brow, "What else aside from herbs and healing do you have to offer?"
