Skellig makes certain to choose the good batch of beer to pour from. The second is...definitely going to simply be fertilizer, at the state it looks.

"I have faith we would be able to find most of what you'd ask for," he offers as he passes over a mug to each of them. "Between her knowledge of the city, and my senses."

A helpful shrug.

"It would be the least we could do, to repay your kindness from the other day." Yes, he still feels a debt is owed.