The foreman raised a brow ridge from Nale bursting in and apparently locking eyes with one of the boxes on wheels another newt was pushing. With no introduction or word elsewise, they set upon the stock of refurbished blades. There was a long pause, the newt backing away and looking to the foreman who watched, expectantly before splaying their arms out in a greeting, slowly approaching Nale. "Why, welcome to tha fekin' Coalworks, mi'boy! Please! Hav'a sit ehn FEK! WEHTH! MEH! SHET!" they barked, having taken a hat from a newt on their way over and used it to swat at Nale in pace with their exclamations. "Tha fek'r you!? Neh! Confiscations are in the Fleshworks" the grizzled newt blatantly lied for all Jericho knew and if Gangarena was paying the slightest bit of attention. As far as Nale knew, he was probably barking up the wrong tree, though the various shortswords and daggers seemed of serviceable design. While not entirely unique in a side-by-side comparison with so many of similar make, they were well made and also well used. The contents of the box as well as the ones on the rack appeared to have been recently sharpened, and showed evidence of needing to be sharpened multiple times.
This wasn't just a storeroom, it was an armory.
"Fleshwork'll suit y'armor wants ehn oll tha fekery y'dragged in with yeh" The foreman explained, still glaring at Nale for their lack of respect for simply barging in. Tossing the hat over their shoulder for its owner to catch, they glanced between the rest of them before dipping a few fingers from three hands into a respective pocket to retrieve a pocketwatch with each hand. "If yer wer in tha coil, y'might neht wanna fek around, long. Th'blades'r feh the feks tha'dull'em. Certain y'll see tha feks wherev'a go" They commented, putting two of the pocketwatches away and briefly resting their hands on the edge of the box before swinging two free hands to the direction of the rack and the boxes they gestured to, before. "Y'take what y'need ehn fek off! Y'nevah wer here-" They started, already walking away before looking over their shoulder to conclude with, "-n'ye butcher tha feks, rough...eh?...eh..." not even waiting for a response before turning the corner into the implied workshop to the right.
One and Two still lingered, Two having been at the box Nale was going through as was presently fixing and adjusting their hat while One used a small crowbar to pry up the lid of a crate containing fabrications of mobile dwelling. "Here. Tha stairs for...you...will no doubt be rough ehn...Ah!" they started to explain, holding up tent kits and bedrolls before lifting hands in an excited manner. "Vee has! Eit iz...not what eit could be, b-but iz yours!" their voice came from behind an adjacent crate while they fished around in a smaller crate to retrieve what looked like a gray canvas backpack with leather trim and a symbol on the main flap appearing like two capitol 'H's crossing eachother in an 'X'. "Limited. Tailored by Handi Havaar, 'iz self...no, you do not need to know him" They explained, opening the flap and beginning to toss bedrolls and tent kits, bundles of wood, a couple crowbars, snowshoes, a few lengths of rope, pitons, a hammer or two, a pair of flint and steel...at which point it should have been apparent what was occurring as there was no way even two of the tent kits could have fit, let alone all four and the rest of the mess. The list went on with a few smaller boxes with foreign writing akin to what was on the end of Gangreana's new 'anchor'.
After about a minute of shoveling what had to be nearing a hundred or two pounds of kit, One closed the flap and buckled it, hoisting it with ease and presenting it to the three. "Iz a rarity, do not lose it, eh?" they chirped, the bag weighing at most 5lbs to whomever decided to take it.
All the While Two tapped their foot, nervously. "The sides have more space, just want it, the bag will find it. Handy, no?" They joked with an anxiously brief chuckle before 'hrm'-ing and crossing their arms, obviously worried about something, likely being discovered. In demonstration, they pulled a longbow and a shortbow and a quiver of arrows from a half-opened crated and slipped them into the side pocket before reaching into the other side and pulling out the top of a bow, letting it drop back in. "I-if you have what you can manage...please leave, now" They bluntly spoke, already starting to pull the boxes and rack on wheels off to sides to make it seem more natural.