Corwin took the man's short reply, tossing it around in his mind, assessing the words with what he knew. He wasn't used to biting his tongue and holding information, but this wasn't exactly his call. For some It felt like they were out here much longer than intended.Looking around the room, he scowled, digging into his coat pocket and producing a small ornate pocket watch. It was an expensive, old-fashioned, and made of brass. He held it tightly, flicking it open and taking tab of the time. 

Something changed about his grin, quickly putting the round object back.

"You've heard of the afterlife, right?" he asked, raising his brow, "I'm sure you know how to get here... so I won't go into that."

"And it's not what I want, we just need a reason why..." cutting his sentence, Corwin turned over and picked up the metal box. 

A similar glowing transpired when he did the same unlocking procedure, but this time, to complete it, he pulled off his gloves, revealing a long history of scars. Adding another, Corwin bit his finger and dropped a tear of blood onto the symbol inscribed on the box. Nothing seemed to happened, but in a flash the box gleamed furiously, filling the room in a red light. 

When the glare died off, the box was already opened. Inside was a modified black Colt M1900 with an extended barrel. The metal was sleek, but had a Victorian style embedded across the barrel and handle. Corwin slightly winced, feeling the energy coming from of it. It filled the room, mostly oblivious to the man on the bed, but Corwin made sure to keep a calm face as to not alarm him. 

"We found this weapon on your body... how did you get it?"