A sword and a ring. More careful examination would have to wait until later. Grigori finally entered the cave with the promised blanket and heatstone, handing them over to Jakov before joining his familiar with a calming pet on the head. He turned to his compatriots with a nervous break in his smile. "Somethin' ain't right out there. Reckon we should run or hide?" The option to fight was rather far from his mind at the time. Fighting any serious opponent would mean spells and hexes, a complete loss of plausible deniability in their guest's eyes if he hadn't caught on to their true nature already.