"Ugh, foul things. At least these are only after sweat." He takes the salve gratefully, uncaps it, and smears a bit across the back of his neck and up into the back of his hair for good measure. It smells strong but not unduly unpleasant. After capping it, he offers it back. He rubs the rest of the residue over both hands.

"Such a pleasant, useful man." It's just slightly dry. He's glad he's on their side. The things he mentions are anything but pleasant in the context of facing them.

"We'll have a good meal first." He eyes the sun's track through the sky, estimating they have an hour or two before nightfall. "Let me show you something before then, not that I anticipate we'll get separated in the night." He beckons him toward one of the thickets of waxy leaved shrubs that dot the entire region.