Barcus wasn't quite prepared for the masked face, and for a second he just sort of...stares. His instincts say he should be afraid, that this person is several times his size and generally speaking people who show up in town hidden behind masks are not nice people, but after a long, bemused moment, he finds no fear in him at all.

Hells. He did want to do something other than attend to Ironhand ledgers and manifests tonight, after all. Maybe this is a blessing in disguise?

"Four rocks," he echoes, and then gives Verso an amused look. "Whose fist? Yours, mine, or his? Are these rocks magical artifacts?"