The man with the pipe noticed where her eyes went, and his followed. He tilted his head, considering. Such a quiet, guarded woman.
"Everything is a weapon," the man mused. He fixed his eyes on the woman and smiled very slightly. "If you hold it right."
He proceeded to open one of the cabinets and withdraw an amulet. It was gold, very very old, and it hung on a long chain. It wasn't a heavy thing, or even gaudy. In fact, it was very pretty.