[ The man is reminding him of the mercenaries he served back home, jovial and eager. Barnaby gives the extended hand a pat once it touches his arm and then reaches for the basket he wove earlier from twigs and the like. ]
If I may have just a moment.
[ He has a piece of bark set aside for this; it's slid carefully between the minute gap in the bottom of the basket, creating sections. He starts filling the left side with his poultices and already gathered herbs. ]
Sorry for the wait!
If I may have just a moment.
[ He has a piece of bark set aside for this; it's slid carefully between the minute gap in the bottom of the basket, creating sections. He starts filling the left side with his poultices and already gathered herbs. ]
I shall leave the other vacant for our travels.