Janvier sits in the inn where the team is staying. His armor is off, and he's carefully polishing it. His sword sits out, clearly next in line for some maintenance.

"Does anyone want me to take a look at your equipment? I'd love to make sure we're all in good condition, especially if we somehow wind up in jail. Got to look good for prison."

Janvier chuckles to himself at his terrible joke, and goes back to humming and polishing.