His eyebrows arched, taking in the rich details of the situation.  Clearly the weapon was more than merely organic, more than merely magical -- Zeraer extended the tendrils of his senses further than before, his eyes fluttering shut...  a soul...  a tension, a symbiotic relationship...  Breathing out deeply, his consciousness snapped back to the booth and the strange being.  He was not a particularly courageous man, not a risk-taker.  But he was serene, his soul calm and reflective from years of study, and his knowledge of the nature of all things make fear of death seem... foreign to him.<br/><br/>Nodding slowly, he said, "Our lives are short indeed, and all the shorter when there is anything of value on the line."  He looked down, a silver coin flashing in his fingers as he flipped it finger over finger in a smooth, flowing, continuous gesture.  Looking up at the man again, he continued, "What is it that you are looking for?  I assume that none of this," and he makes a gesture with three pointed inflections, "is an accident."