[Dean and Hannah have had their own meeting this day that has given them reason to be a bit more cautious than they normally would. Instead of opening his forge to the public as he would normally when he has any amount of work to do, Dean has kept the Closed sign over the window and retreated to do the smaller works he can do without needing to open the big double-barred, double doors to the street.

There's a small, smoked glass window in the bottom of each door, the glass loose in the iron frames to allow for air to go in and out. Behind one of these, Hannah sits motionless and wary, watching the street and the people that walk by on it - and the people that don't.]

Dean. Marcus is back in town, too.

Stay there, I'll get the flintlock.

I know. Only...

Only what?

He's got a child with him.

...shit.

[Dean yanks the man-sized door to one side of the big shop doors open before Marcus can even reach it, Hannah crouched low at his feet with her border collie stare fixed in search of the smuggler's daemon. Dean isn't particularly angry, but he still has his pistol in hand. Marcus will understand. He always has before.]

What the hell is that and where did you get it?