After perusing a friendly trader's wares Jupiter had decided he had to know where the woman had gotten her things. They were just too damn good and she had far too much good variety to have gathered all of the items by coincidence. So he did what he did best; wormed his way into her pants and then wormed the location of her stash out of her. Bingo, presto, here he was in a cavern of awesome for the second time today.

So here he was, flinging weapons and armor into a graying leather bag like the world's worst Santa. His collection so far was enough to make his greedy heart swell. He was tempted to keep everything, but knew from experience that if he was going to do his job in Fireside justice he needed to let some stuff go. Sooner or later they were going to have another market and he was going to need to part with at least part of his horde.

The scent of the drunken Fireside mascot caught his nostrils, and he paused, breathing in the scent of it, then sneezing. Uck. at least he didn’t smell like a drunken bog this time. He remembered the momentary passing at the traders market, and fought back a wry, amused, irked sigh. Jupiter was strange. Part of him wanted to tear the wolf apart, but Zee had pointed out that he was not worth it. That his very purpose in life was to wind up wolves like Sirius. Wolves he considered wound too tight. The wise thing to do would be to make an about turn, and leave in the other direction. But, apparently, when had Sirius ever been a smart wolf? “Hey honey, i’m home” the Warlord said, stepping into the cave, and catching sight of the blue hoard-dragon. "Speech"

Jupiter peeked between his legs at whoever had entered the cave behind him. It took a minute for the voice to register, but the upside down legs and big honkin feet brought his memories zipping to the forefront. It was Mr. Sit on a Stick. That alpha of...uhhh...that one pack. Jupiter went back to gathering trinkets. Casually, he said over his shoulder, "It's about damn time." He tsked as though disappointed while examining a leather chest plate.

Perhaps he should have been concerned about being - more or less - cornered in a cave by someone who didn't like him, but honestly, Jupiter didn't care. He hadn't been impressed enough by Sirius's actions to be genuinely worried about him and that combined with his general lack of fucks when it came to personal safety ensured his level of alarm stayed at a zero.

"I was beginning to think I was going to have to write a ballad and come back to your borders with some flowers or some shit, but considering your spectacular first big bitch fit..." His back was still to Sirius so the other couldn't see his feigned playfully flippant expression. "I figured naw, let you come to me."

“I’ve heard of hiding the side chick under the bed, but you didn’t have to clutter a dragon's hoard of junk to hide her under, did you?” The Warlord said, stepping further into the cave, and making a show of looking beneath the bag of one of the random wares left in the cave. It occurred to Sirius that this stuff didn’t belong to the drunk, and he snorted in amusement. Of course, the man was looting. Peeing on pack borders, drinking his weight in fermented fruit, and picking clean the belongings of others? The man sure knew how to pick his dates.

“There are no flowers you could pick that would hide the scent of your drunken breath, sorry.” He glanced in another bag, and tipped the contents over. Seer had been gathering and building a decent hoard of trading goods, and wasn’t deperete enough to trifle through Jupiter’s stolen goods. Besides, he didn’t want to fight with the other man again. The tactic of peeing while fighting had pretty much sworn Sirius off engaging with the blue devil. He looked at the spilled contents, and found ropes and harnesses and other such means of tying and tethering - he assumed - horses or prey animals. “Oh god, man, why did you leave your sex toys lying around? What if a kid came in here.”

He continued to rummage through the things with reckless abandon. Items of interest were stuffed into his bag while the uninteresting ones were thrown haphazardly over his shoulder into the empty center of the room. Only the bag at his paws was his. The rest had to have belonged to other travelers. It was clear he wasn't the first to pick through the cache of goodies. There were things everywhere. It did strike him as odd that the place hadn't been cleaned out; it would have made more sense to him to be digging through the leftovers of someone else's pilfering. But these items? Nah, a lot of these were valuable as fuck. He'd fetch a pretty penny for them later.

Nonplussed he hummed dismissively in response to Sirius' words. Had his paws not been busy stuffing goods into bag he'd have waved one with a similarly careless gesture. "The solution, then, is to meet me at my level. You're wound too tight, love. Lemme tell ya, you wouldn't know a good time if it pissed on your chest." He stood up straight suddenly and cocked his head. "Oh, wait..." That's right, a good time had done just that. Jupiter went back to rummaging.

He glanced back at the items Sirius was talking about. Items he'd never seen before. "I'd say if they climbed that big ass mountain and managed to get through that bitch of a maze to get here, well then, those little fuckers can have 'em." Jupiter brought his gaze up to Sirius'. Let him make of that statement whatever he liked.