[That's no surprise, and Vanyel's only reaction is to smile himself as the tension fades.]

No harm done. It's... understandable.

[But he's more than happy to set that aside and focus on more pleasant things.] Vanyel, at your service. [And he bows, brief but neat. A little surprisingly so, perhaps, given his rough manner of dress.]

And for my first bit of guidance... what do you have as far as provisions, potions and the like?