Quentin was unaware he'd dealt yet another blow to Gareth's pride. If he had been, he might have pointed out the younger man would not be taking such blows if he just stopped trying to weasel his way out of actual work.

"Well, I will assume neither of you has your own provisions for camping," Quentin says moving the subject along. "But bring what you have that you don't mind getting dirty and meet me at the inn in say, two hours."