[center][h3]Heirlooms Safely Reclaimed, and Recognition Realized...[/h3][/center]

	Jericho had quickly retrieved his pipe, relieved to have his lucky pipe, taking it out of the box and pocketed it in the meantime. Sure, he never had carried it in that nice of a case, but now that he had it in hand, he started checking his pockets, seeing if they had stolen his tobacco too. Then he would need a light as well then, but all one step at a time. Matches were easy to get a hold of, usually, and they had the torches still so he could carefully do something with one of those if he needed to. However, he quickly noticed the shift in the demeanor of the fellow in front of him, seeming to get more excited and less jaded than before while several others behind him seemed to figure out the concept of a anchor and fled to apparently work on those as well. He was asked after who had freed him, needing to shake their hand, and he kept an easy, relaxed expression and stance while he held his pipe as a matter of comfort and habit, since his tobacco was missing as well. At this rate, he should be relieved he woke up with his clothes on. [color=598527]"Ain' jus' the two o' us eit'er, handful o' us in the next room over. Our 'elper is recouping o'er t'ere. T'ey may be a touc' jumpy rig't now, given t'e trouble we ran int' gettin' t'is far."[/color]

	Of course, given how fast the sodding anchor was built for the drowned lass, it did remind him that he was going to have to be armed as well, given the violent breakout. Returning his pipe to his pocket, and letting his hands rest there, he looked at the steady craftsmanship on the anchor, as the salamanders began writing strange, foreign symbols along the crest of the war anchor. He had to tack on war to the beginning of that, since it did not look like something you would put on a ship to use conventionally. Turning to look back at the foreman, leader fellow, he resumed talking. [color=598527]"Aye, t'e more we know, t'e better. An I reckon a'll need a sword an dagger t' get stuck in. E'en if s'e's got a sodding anc'or as a weapon..."[/color]