[ He is basking - terrified, eyes alight with grave suspicion, but basking all the same. No one's... quite... praised his wit before. His looks, his hammer, his bravery, his heart... but his... wit... ]

You are mortal. I expect no less of you.

[ Cue: smile. ]

Now, tell me: I do not know what is wanted for your care, but I trust all can be found and fetched. Is there something you would have need of?