>To both or either: "Thanks. Where abouts?"
>Go to the indicated location.
>"Probably in his office," the one closer to you offers.
>As is usual when Rinnosuke is about, the door to his office is open. It is a reasonably-sized space, though always manages to seem cluttered from all the objects on display. As befitting the master of a guild of treasure hunters, Rinnosuke maintains an extensive collection of... uh, well... honestly you've seen little rhyme or reason to the items he collects, though they're often quite unusual or unique in some way; it is not at all uncommon for you to have no idea what some of them even are. Moreover, nearly every time you have set foot in this room, something about its contents seems to be different; either he is forever trading his possessions for different ones, or has a large enough stockpile of eclectica in reserve somewhere to always manage to find something to display that you haven't yet seen.
>Glancing around, you see:
>A small geometric sculpture of interlocking cubes cast in gold, silver, and bronze
>A large jade statuette of a monk kneeling in meditation
>A heavy brass key
>What appears to be a small globe of water magically suspended in the air between two brushed metal discs joined by thin rods of the same material. Little wisps of color swirl within the water.
>A two-pronged knife with small slivers of pale blue crystal inlaid along its inner edge, looking almost reminiscent of a tuning fork
>A small pyramid of black marbles resting on a metal stand;
>A scroll case with an elaborately carved relief of a dragon in gold, coiled around its length
>A surprisingly mundane-looking glass decanter, apparently empty
>A red silken scarf trimmed with tiny bells
>A small flute, carved from ivory
>A small silver figurine of a dove in flight
>A heavy metal helmet capped with an ostentatious blue plume
>A brass spyglass resting on a wooden stand
>A dusty white book with an odd design on its cover
>A jacinth tiger
>A short cross-pointed spear with a white tassal. Several ofuda dangle from it.
>The man himself is indeed inside, bent over a small box on top of his desk. He looks up at you as you enter, and gives a slight nod in your direction.
>"Good morning, Nazrin."