Chachan gives another worried glance towards the scrapes and such on her face, but ultimately fishes out his waterskin from one of the saddlebags strapped to Avenger. They were a relatively new purchase for him, but the guy at the stall had been just so persuasive about them! And he could carry all sorts of neat stuff in them too!
Right now, along with the waterskin and some more... tangible snack choices like a sack of dried jerky, he also had an extra smith's hammer and a few other odds and ends he had ended up collecting in the bags like a Qirin. It looked not unlike a weekend camping bag that had been childishly stuffed with anything that Chachanji might find even remotely useful for the trip.
"A-ah, right, that's... prolly a good idea, yeah," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. He was still so bad with introducing himself before trying to help folks out. Always led to these sort of awkward exchanges too. He tried to smooth it over a bit by handing over the waterskin as he continued. "Th' name's Chachanji - Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha."
Right now, along with the waterskin and some more... tangible snack choices like a sack of dried jerky, he also had an extra smith's hammer and a few other odds and ends he had ended up collecting in the bags like a Qirin. It looked not unlike a weekend camping bag that had been childishly stuffed with anything that Chachanji might find even remotely useful for the trip.
"A-ah, right, that's... prolly a good idea, yeah," he admitted with a nervous chuckle. He was still so bad with introducing himself before trying to help folks out. Always led to these sort of awkward exchanges too. He tried to smooth it over a bit by handing over the waterskin as he continued. "Th' name's Chachanji - Chachanji Gegenji, nice ta meetcha."
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