The foreman shook his head, "Neh, then fek 'em. Ne'fek'n about when y'got places ta be. Ain out th'woods yet, eh?" they spoke, preemptively declining the notion before it was even presented as an invitation for them to leave the storeroom. "Yeh, neh, all roads, so is said..." they seemed to muse, taking a contemplative puff before Jericho mentioned weapons for himself. "Atch! Finally finished fekin' around? Got a fek a'thought in ye fek?" they barked before appearing as though a thought occurred to them. "Yeeeehh...might just'a had a thing y'd be lookin' feh. One a tha new king's bois fek'd off with it" They answered with mild curiosity before turning back to the storeroom and simply barking, "Blades!" to the sound of scrambling, the workers already ahead of him as they wheeled a rack of arms out. Mostly shortswords and hand-axes with a few daggers at an end. "I'll get y'name eventally. Foreign feks usually get nick'd. Help y'self-" they started with a tone of annoyance, though, given the context, it was likely directed inwards. They had paused their invitation as the corpse lady staggered their way to a conclusion.

The foreman hobbled over to her side and give a few enthusiastic slaps on the arm, "It [i]IS[/i] your...anchor! Now it is...suppose" they shrugged, looking down the length of the tool of destruction. "Aye, don' go fekn' it o'er ya shoulder f'th'first hunk-a fek ye find, ah!" they boisterously teased, giving her arm a bit of a shake before looking it at their hand and wiping it on their apron before continuing with a gesture as if wiping away a tear, "Tha bois put'n good work to tha iron, eh?"
With that, they gestured to the newts who blew away the filings after tapping in what looked like an angular depiction of the head of a rabbit set in a star emblazoned with wings on either side. A small inscription above it could be made out following the top arch, 'Timore Nocturno'.
"T'would break m'heart if ih'ended up at th'bottom ofa lagoon er some fekery like that" they warningly sighed to Gangreana, looking back up at them before stepping back to where he previously stood. "Now, this's the 'coalworks' of tha spire...or it was, until w'got fek'd n'take stock a'feks and [i]aahhh[/i]-feks" they explained, waving their arms around in a dramatic manner while supposedly mentioning 'affects'. "Suppose y'd need kit n'supplies, s'well. Fek all d'ya come from an'need it" they commented, pointing to crated near the door. "Tents, bedrolls, tha like. W'don do food 'ere, but lighten tha load, if ye please" their voice came as they took a few more steps back, implying they were attempting to disengage. "Tha bois can 'elp y'out"