Errol smiled sheepishly, as his cheeks turned into a slight shade of crimson. "N-no, a-actually, I think I have...everything. Don't say such things about yourself, with the amount of progress I've taken throughout this year, my master probablly would've disowned me," The mage said, with a chuckle from his velvet-like voice.
"You'll catch up- hey, maybe even surpass me." He said, tying each of the bottles onto his belt, and bowed. "I-I suppose the...the Captain would want me back now..." He said, itching away nervously.