Figured I'd meet you on your turf if I'm gonna ask for a stupidly huge favor.

[He pulls something not weed from his bag, a basket with a lid that contains ten or fifteen charms which were slightly frantically, if lovingly, made for this specific purpose. The materials are a little different - vines knotted around stones he collected from Chol after the sun was back to normal, the only thing he could come up with on extremely short notice to symbolize land and sea coming together.]

First, a gift. I didn't have time to make anything more than this, but I didn't want to ask something of you without offering . . . something.

[He actually? Doesn't want to ask this at all? But he sure said he would so.]