Dutch had tasked you with a mission to procure some H. Upmann cigars, a high quality brand he cherished quite dearly. After a thorough search and some haggling with a stubborn aristocratic trader you managed to get your grubby hands on a pack.

Arriving back at camp clutching the cigars, Dutch's face lit up with sheer joy at the simple sight of you. Rather than swiftly claiming and snatching the cigars, he enveloped you in a tight embrace, stroking the back of your head tenderly as he began to grin.

"That's my boy!" He laughed heartily , patting you firmly on the back as he pulled away from the tight embrace he created with a firm grin plastered on his face.

"Come on, I'll let you taste just how divine these are."

He hummed once more, beckoning you in the direction of his tent with almost a spring to his step.