Luck is it? And how you seem to milk it for all it's worth.

[He watches as the man servant returns, offering him the potion in a goblet, as if his aim were to mock Sidurgu with such a gesture.]

I need not your hand outs. Rielle is quite skilled, and should I turn to any for assistance in these scratches, it will be her. Pray, take us to our chambers, I grow tired of staring at your ostentatious decor.