"I'll work withing my limits, I promise." Almost as if to empathize that, he takes another drink and then pours a bit over his face as well. Wiping it off left a smear of sandy dirt, and he sighs. "This sticks worse than day-old vitaar."

He big warrior eyes the mage with a softer look, sizing him up. He looked okay, all things considered. "...so how are you doing, Sam? I imagine there's need for both a smith and a healer around here."