[ Sam rummages about a little longer, before retreating, brow furrowed in slight aggravation. He pulls down the lip of the bag and looks up to Hawke. ]
I'll... need to quite beg your pardon, Mister Hawke. [ He sniffs, looks back down in the bag and pulls up spare clothing and various other supplies. ] I've somethin' here for you, if I might just find it...
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Date: 2013-04-24 01:50 am (UTC)I'll... need to quite beg your pardon, Mister Hawke. [ He sniffs, looks back down in the bag and pulls up spare clothing and various other supplies. ] I've somethin' here for you, if I might just find it...