[center][h3]Heirlooms Hinted At, and Focus Reestablished...[/h3][/center]

	Upon entering the storeroom, or what had appeared to be a store room, he was quickly confronted with some short, newt looking abomination clad in leather, but he kept his face even upon sighting an all too familiar sight. His pipe, no, not his pipe, but a replica of it. Someone had either shown it to this thing, or it had seen his pipe closely enough to make a near flawless replica of it. Given how new it looked, either it had not been too long since it had been replicated, or it did not see that much wear and tear in the hands of this newt thing. Smirking faintly at the accented barks, using the back of his heel to push the door shut, better to stay on this things good side until he could get his hands back on that pipe. Besides, if things went south, that was what the drowned lass was for. Between her brute force and the two handed mace, he would barely be needed at all. Convenient she decided to come along then, and all the more reason he had made sure to bring an extra pair of hands just in case, no telling what these things could be capable of if they got violent.

	[color=598527]"I'll save th' checkin' out of yer tits for another time, mate. Clever replica o' a pipe ye got t'ere, w'at happened t' the original? Just mig't be interested in gettin' my 'ands on it, aye?"[/color] While waiting for an answer, he could see others poking there heads out, muttering and otherwise watching the sudden shouting and the two newcomers to their area. This could get nasty if the foreman wanted it to be loud and nasty, but as far as Jericho was concerned, he was sure they could to some sort of arrangement. Business was business, wherever you went, and from the looks of things, this was just another one of those businesses. Sure, the face was different, but he could work with this. Wasn't foreign to seedy dives and sketchy dealers in artifice of unknown quality. For now, he would keep a sharp eye on his surroundings, and if things went south, hell, he could always take cover behind the drowned lass as she went rampaging. Or she was going to go rampaging anyways, and he would have to extract the answers out of any survivors he could get his hands on. Preferably that wouldn't be the case, at least not as a first resort.