Her chin in her hand, Chiisai watched Duran's plight with child-like fascination. Seeing the little worm bounced around was quite enjoyable, but the feeling waned when the little toad got marched out the door. It certainly was no fun when she couldn't see the goings on but considering the reception Duran was recieving, she wasn't going to follow to get a peek.

Duran himself was wishing his bar tab wasn't so big. If it hadn't been, he wouldn't have even considered doing this, but here he was, trying to get out of this situation was as much of his own blood as he could.

"G...gentlemen.." He began slightly shakey, his voice not imrpoving as he continued talking. "I.. I can assure you that.. honestly.. that I am no messenger. I simply.. wished to.. to discover why persons such as yourselves were in a place such as this." At the question about antiques, he hoped that this information would be enough to satisfy the young Kyoufu. Duran hadn't a clue if she was interested in antiquities but he wanted out of here as soon as possible, so that would have to do.

Foolish, the both of them. It was almost an embarrassment to be seen with the two. Their bickering, Xireon's and Pyrael's, reminded Snack why the "Only Two" rule was enacted by the legendary Darth Bane all that time ago.

He started laughing as they entered the new room and Jiren shot back. Luckily, for the two, the man they brought with them interrupted and began to talk. Fear was present in the man's voice, as well as in his stature. The Sith would have loved to jump at the moment to create more fear for the boy, but decided against it. With a smirk, he leaned his back against one of the walls and folded his arms in front of his chest, waiting to see if one of his companions had anything to say.