Surprised, he accepts the tea packet as she offers it to him, then gives her a small grin. "Yeah, we dwarves don't tend to do well with magical shit," he admits with a quiet chuckle. He tucks the pocket into a beaten up, bronto-leather pack attached to his belt.

"Well, I should probably get back to it. Recruits won't recruit themselves." If they did, that would make his job a lot easier. In any event, their conversation seems to have wound its way to a conclusion. He clears his throat, then nods down the dark path in the direction she'd been heading. "My offer still stands, though--not to say you can't take care of yourself, but it helps to have a second set of eyes and ears in places like this."