As his party gathered around him, Astaroth pulled the items out, one by one, and handed them out.
To the now awake Galtion, he handed a pair of boots.
"I think these are best used for you. I take it your combat style fits the most with them."
Galtion looked at the boots, unsure he was deserving of them. But seeing as the guild leader wasn't pulling his hands back, he reluctantly took them.
But once they were in his hands, and he scanned them, his eyes went wide.
Galtion's head snapped upward, looking at Astaroth with a bewildered look.
"Sir, these boots are too good… Shouldn't you be taking them?"
Astaroth's eyebrow rose.
"Do you not want them?"
Galtion shook his head furiously.
"That is not what I meant, sir! I will gladly accept them! Thank you so much!"
A soft round of chuckling and giggling spread through the party members.
