"The Duchess will be fine on her own, she's actually really good with the goblins. I texted Charlie as soon as you showed up, so we could have the paperwork already set out. And I've got a SIG P220, it's the only one I actually have a license to carry concealed. Though with diplomatic immunity, I'm pretty sure I could carry any number of them without issue. I just don't want to find out the hard way that I'm wrong. I also have a 13-inch hunting knife in my boot." Teja shrugged one shoulder. "I wouldn't recommend it to everyone, but if you've got any experience fighting, it wouldn't hurt to carry at least a knife. You never know when shit's going to hit the fan -- unless it's Halloween. Halloween is when shit ALWAYS hits the fan." He finally turned the corner to a car park and started up the stairs, towards his sensible gunmetal gray coupe that was part of the Dethklok fleet of vehicles. "Hop on in, Murderface, your food and accommodations await."