Drake freezes at the sounds of invasion with a slight blush carrying across his cheeks at his words, until Sheron's orders shock him into action, his bred-in politeness carrying him forth.

"As you say, sir."

Move to S15 and trade with Ossler for a vulnerary.

The shaman stumbles along the table towards where the heavily armoured soldier is sitting. "Pardon me, fine guard. I am short of healing items. may I request one from you?"