"Maybe another time, my friend."

The reply was fast, defensive but understandable. This man had a relationship with the spirits of his tools and far be it from Larach to disturb their intimacy. He gave the man a click of the tongue like others would do to their beasts and stepped back with a soft smile. 

He took a few moments more in the doorway to let the man with fine tools ask him anything. If he returned to his preparations, then it was a soft dismissal of professionals. If he had anything to ask, then they could while away the the time until it was time to go to work to keep the tension low.

Larach knew he was there in great part for his bulk, both as a battering ram as well as a door jamb. Not to mention the fact that whatever they needed to get might be heavy as hell so he might have to shoulder the weight of the retrieval. It was up to this one to be the delicate touch and the other two (sisters? twins?) to be support or combat below decks.