[ With some effort, he manages to sit up. He leans back, putting his weight on his elbows, his expression still a horrible grimace. ]
Tobias ... I have something for you.
[ The pouches on his waist are still intact. He's still intact. It's not exactly a romantic atmosphere, but he's only ever been someone who stumbles into that kind of thing accidentally. He reaches into one of the pouches, rummages for a moment, and then withdraws a small, gold and silver ring. ]
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I would expect no less.
[ With some effort, he manages to sit up. He leans back, putting his weight on his elbows, his expression still a horrible grimace. ]
Tobias ... I have something for you.
[ The pouches on his waist are still intact. He's still intact. It's not exactly a romantic atmosphere, but he's only ever been someone who stumbles into that kind of thing accidentally. He reaches into one of the pouches, rummages for a moment, and then withdraws a small, gold and silver ring. ]
If you'd give me your hand.