[center][h3]Arms of Steel, Now to find their first Test...[/h3][/center]

	Apparently that fancy runed, gilded war anchor wasn't hers? Well, far as Jericho was concerned, it was likely a straight upgrade so he would leave it at that. Once the weapons were put out, however, a rare open grin was present on his face as he stepped over to weigh the various arming swords and daggers in each hand, eventually settling on a pair that complimented each other nicely. Hooking the sheathes of both blades to his left hip, preferring to draw them as such, he was content enough when another offer to lighten the load on bedrolls, general camping supplies, and the like. [color=598527]"Ye lot are rig't proper c'aritable, aren' ye? But a' reckon we can ligt'en the load a touc'."[/color] He would grab a bedroll and some other utilities, flint and a striker, and the like. He wasn't one for tents, sneak under a overhanging building in the slums if he had to rough it outside. He recognized the attempts to disengage though, and wasted no further of the man's time, having kitted out as he saw fit and was indeed about to turn and leave when another from the adjoining room came over to check on them. 

	In all reality, Jericho was mostly surprised it had taken them this long to even bother checking up on the scoundrel and a drowned lass. He promptly went rooting and the foreman fellow went ranting off about some complete bullshit, shenanigans, or the like near as he could tell. Then again, lying came as easy as breathing far as Jericho was concerned, so he did not readily fault the newt fellow for his story being...flexible. Though when presented with a backpack that, apparently, seemed to have more room than something its size could possibly allow, he was immediately wary of it. Reeked of the work of Magicians, fiddling with things well and truly beyond what they should be. That being said, he warily took the bag, before tossing it over to the new fellow once he had gotten the lad's attention. [color=598527]"'ere lad, w'y don' ye carry t'is? Wouldn' want a disreputable fella like me carrin' it, aye?"[/color] The smirk hinted that he was joking, though whether or not it was a joke at his nature, or a joke at the fact he looked disreputable as all hell, remained to be seen. That, and he couldn't be arsed to carry everyone's stuff, so he palmed that duty off right quick.