Wart slipped into the infirmary on an errand for the healer who was tending his knight master. Bandages, he picked up the roll and stopped a passing healer. “I need Nassa berry cream, I think I sad that right.”

The healer pulled a thick squat, heavy jar from a cupboard and handed it to him before hurrying on her way. It was a surprisingly quiet day in the infirmary. Wart located a basin as well and picked up the large jug of hot water standing beside it. It was then he realized he had a problem. He couldn’t carry it all.

He placed the bandages and the bottle in the basin and tried to carry it like that. But the jar was surprisingly heavy and he would have to hold it with both hands and that still left the equally heavy jug.

“Curses,” he grumbled under his breath.

Livia, getting up from tending a squire, saw a young man struggling with a heavy jug which she recognized as Nassa berry cream and a jar. "Excuse me," she called, "do you need help with that?" She hurried over.

Wart shook his head. He was freakishly independent and this was his errand. “Nope, I got it.” He put the basin on top of his head like a hat, trapping the bandages on top of his skull with said piece of pottery. He looked like a dork, but what the heck. He lifted the jug and placed the jar on top of the lid trapping it there with his chin.