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	The suggested nudity of his fellow mercs barely fazed Sanji anymore; he had seen many of them in the buff (or fairly close to it; such depended on whether the person in question was wearing smallclothes beneath their outerwear when they needed treatment and the exact location of their injuries) when treating them for this or that. One of the side-effects of effectively being the company physician, he supposed. Though he caught a glimpse of Celeste's attempt to hide a startled expression at Kallun's implication. Come to think of it, Celeste didn't tend to ever end up with more than a small scrape, and Sanji couldn't think of a time that even he had seen her disrobed. Of course, she wasn't one for combat, so for her to end up needing treatment would be a rare occurence.

	Next Kallun rambled about a race and slothfulness, and Sanji momentarily thought the swordsman had lost his mind. Though he definitely found Celeste's response amusing, especially when concerning the value in her shoes. He wished he could have that amount of gold lining his trousers. At last he chimed in, albeit a bit tersely, [color=DAA520]"I have to agree with Celeste. If I were to run with this bag in the state it's in, I'd lose its contents in moments. And if I were to leave it to sit somewhere, the people around here would be jumping at the opportunity to snag the medicines for their own. I'll pass."[/color]

	Not to mention, he thought, he had already been up and at work well before the sun had decided to share any of its light with Drakesfoot. He wasn't about to die of lethargy, though he couldn't expect Kallun to know all about his morning activities. Thus, he continued warming his hands. After a moment, he dug some coin out of his pocket and counted the few marks he had. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could talk some local merchant into selling him a replacement satchel, even if it was something of less-than-desirable quality. He repocketed the bit of gold and decided he'd continue warming himself a while longer, then set out for the marketplace and see if he could find something that might work better than his current kit.