If anything happens to you, I'll pay out enough coin to settle you in a nice cabin to live out your days. [He paused, then offered the man a rather sinister grin.] Or provide you with a nice memorial.

[With nothing else to do but watch Watanuki, he sat back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the table that had just been used to heal his hand. He hoped that no one else had his idea at any point -- wouldn't exactly be safe practice to heal on a table with bootprints. At least the kid wouldn't have to use his station for a long while!]

[As Watanuki worked, he'd be subjected to a number of pleasant comments, ranging from "What about that" to "You missed a spot," and even "If it took the Inquisition this long to pack, we would have never made it up the mountain."]

[Having second thoughts yet?]