[center][h3]Items Found, Yet Far from Grasp...[/h3][/center]

	Jericho cocked an eyebrow at the remark of cracking it over a knee and tossing it into the sewer, though he kept his temper since that, despite wanting to jump to conclusions, was unlikely. He also made damn sure that he didn't make a remark on the girlfriend bit, as he did not even want to begin to imagine the logistics behind how that would even work. Given she was a good several inches taller, and had nearly slapped his face clean off already, that would be a very strange relationship indeed. Of course, the lack of a pulse might complicate things, but devil was always in the details. When she asked over her own equipment, an anchor and armor, he couldn't help but glance over at her, cocking an eyebrow. A sodding anchor? Thing used to hold ships in place? Given the manner she had fought so far, well, he couldn't say it was a [i]complete[/i] surprise, but he still was not expecting her to just pick up a sodding anchor when she had a perfectly serviceable mace. [color=598527]"A soddin' anchor, lass? T' each t'eir own, a' s'pose. Also watc' t'em 'ands, savvy? Near took my nose clean off."[/color] Though the questioning of whether the war was done or not, what with all the bastard was dragging back, probably alluded to Kazzok, though he didn't speak the name out loud. [color=598527]"Can't say, mate, far as a' know,'e's still at it all t'e same. Mentioned somet'in' 'bout an ol' king, bless 'is soul?"[/color] Might as well gather information while he was here, not like he was going to likely get answers from much else right now. Their rescuer could barely speak, having to use stolen words to try to communicate, so that left a lot to be desired in terms of information.

	A crooked grin appeared on Jericho's face when his old pipe was revealed to him, settled in a nice wooden box in red velvet. Someone thought it was bloody important, and given the faded niceties and engravings, one might even think it was an old item of some import. Shame it was just a lucky hand me down, but he had been rather ticked his pipe was missing up until now. Who steals a mans pipe? [color=598527]"Aye, t'at would be it. Good t'ing we stopped on by 'fore it got packed away, e'?"[/color] That latter bit was a general remark, though one could understandably see it directed at whoever wanted to take it as such.