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Miyo smirked as she popped open a pouch on her toolbelt and started pulling an odd assortment of hooks out, "I got your fishing hooks, your pirate hooks, a clothes hook and some other just plain old hooks. Take what you need, but try to give em back later." Dumping the pile of them onto the floor for Vivi to use, she proceeded to stuff the steel rings on the empty kegs into her bag.

He watched in amusement as the woman rambled on about the metal she needed to collect. She definitely came prepared, at least when it came to items made of steel. He remained hidden from view as he simply observed them, more intrigued now than before.

He knew it was a bit childish to keep spying on them like this, but he always did have trouble just coming out and saying hi. He was a small man, barely reaching 5'7", and he was rather skinny for one too. The only advantage he had in battles was his ability to catch his enemy off guard. After that, it was only his speed that could save him, though sometimes, his foes would prove to be much quicker than he had estimated.

Though, the man nor the woman looked to be dangerous, or threatening.

Deciding to give up his game, he walks out behind the man. "Then..perhaps you should look in the right places.." He says softly so as not to startle the man too badly.

Imerius strolls into the pub. "Hey Vivi...You want some adventure in an old tomb...I was exploring the place before I went back to Isperia pocessed. It is in the cliffs. There might be some rare stuffs in there."

He looks over at Imerius. "nah, i'm trying to find a ship and some cargo to the island of Thay. Maybe later....actually, if i'm still alive hell yea." he smiles and goes back to lootin....err exploring.

He took a few steps back, observing the whole situation. He had to admit the tomb did sound intriguing and he was always one for observing new and interesting places, or even people. Casually he tossed a pair of clippers that could remove the metal off the keg in a matter of seconds towards the girl.

He gave a small blank nod before pushing the clippers back. "I don't use them." It was rare that he did show any emotions. He was taught at an early age that emotions made him weak. The principle idea was drilled, or beaten rather into his head.

Miyo merely shrugged in response. She didn't mind getting to keep the clippers and happily dropped them into the bag with the other scrap metals she had collected. Looking up she cocked her head to the side childishly and raised an eyebrow. The man who had given her the clippers looked like he was strapped to a backboard with needles poked everywhere into him, making him as stiff as a brick wall.

Having a very loose upbringing herself she felt a little ashamed of her mechanic's slouch, which compared to the man's excellent poise seemed no better then the manner of a street bum. Suddenly hearing a chant being brought up her attention was diverted to Vivi as she wondered what he was doing...