"Quen, let's go, as agreed."
"Uhhh, are you sure?"
"Come on, come on. There's a lot of 'good stuff' here, we need to figure out where it all came from. I don't believe in all this."
Henry's eye caught on the armor, and he went to examine it.
-- In general, I have more than enough speed, maybe I should get something a little stronger, -- he mutters quietly, while Quen-Quen separates from the body and conducts a quick inspection of the interior of the forge (or is it just a shop?) for suspicious items or individuals.