Basch makes a sound of approval. Man has the physique for it, and shields suggest a healthy sense of caution and strategy.

To the latter, he chuckles lightly. He'd much rather have someone checking that than overlooking it, and if this man checks on his team, all the better. "There's a traveling license vendor over there with some rare ones, if you ask him right," he says, nodding in the direction. He picked up a few he couldn't use yet; never knew how long these things would last.