"...Yes," Handy said, trying not to cringe at the horrible pronunciation. "It is no matter since I have the object in question here," he said, reaching into his pack, thankful the deer guards were not circumspect enough to remove his or his companions’ packs as they did their weapons. He withdrew the same small, inoffensive, silver jewellery box and presented it to the elder. He just looked at it expectantly for a moment before looking up at the human again. Handy blinked. "Ah, yes, I suppose..." he said, realizing that he was expected to open it. Given that this was a world of magic and he was a foreigner, it was probably just common sense. Beware Greeks bearing gifts as the saying goes.