Last week, you had allowed Charles to borrow your horse for a mission, as his own ride, Tiama, was in desperate need of a rest. He returned your horse in peak condition, brushed and well fed.

Now, you were struggling with repairing one of your favourite knives. You used it for a lot of things, from cooking to carving. With so much use, it was bound to break eventually. A gentle tap to your shoulder pulled you out of your semi-frustrated focus. "Please, let me help" A quiet yet stoic voice rumbled a few steps away from your back. It was Charles, of course. He knew his way around blades, making arrows and arrow tips and such. "...I owe you one"