Here's part 2! Allons-y!
Arthur sat in his chambers staring at the box in front of him on the table. Merlin would be bringing his lunch soon.
He remembered the sad look on his servant's face when he'd told him the bandits had taken his beloved neckerchief. Arthur had wanted to do something for his servant who had stuck with him, constantly risking his life, for three years, but he'd never known what.
Merlin bumbled in mumbling some reason why he was late.
"Merlin. Here." Arthur him the box.
Merlin opened it and saw a brand new red neckerchief. "Thanks Arthur!"
"You're welcome."
That line thing is really cool.