[Młynar doesn’t seem all that phased by the situation. If anything, Astralin’s question was the only thing that prompted an annoyed twitch of the brow from the seasoned knight. He might not have much pride in his status or might, but even raising the possibility that he was that fragile still stung against his pride.]

I’m sure I’ll survive. I doubt I’ll even need to call for a healer.

[Biting sarcasm seemed to slip easily from the horse-man’s mouth, though he didn’t mean any harm in it. With his retort fired, he takes a moment to size up the giant of a man before him. When he isn’t shrinking away, the man actually seems quite elegant in his speech and movements. A noble, no doubt.]

I’ll admit, I hadn’t expected to see someone with your kind of upbringing dragging around sacks like that. Here, pass me one of those. It will make for a faster and more efficient trip.

[Of course, he could never simply say that he wanted to help. It had to be about efficiency of all things. Even so, a single hand was extended towards the man, in a clumsy attempt to show some goodwill.]