((That's why he knew about Volioker, and he's indeed the town's locksmith. The thugs know everyone by sight now, though Kal would have the best chance of walking around on his own without problems, as he's dressed in the same style as the rest of the region. Steven stands out in his duster and cowboy hat, and they've seen a picture of Etoile. How much they remember though... that's another question.))
Volioker grins as he wiggles his stubby fingers. One moment they're empty, the next a wickedly hooked kukri is grasped firmly in his fist. Just as quickly, the blade is stowed away wherever he had produced it. "Lad, I grew up on the streets of Magnimar, and the thugs there are ten times the problem as our local little band of fools and idiots. Don't you worry yourself about me, if any of them is stupid enough to hassle me, I'll sort them out... and if I don't finish the job, Jubrayl will. He keeps trying to woo me into joining the Sczarni here in Sandpoint, and he'll be very angry if one of his lads is stupid enough to try to get rough with me."
"Now, getting rid of collar is easy enough. Down the street is the Old Light, and you can throw it into the ruins there and let the fools break their necks clambering about trying to find it. Or you can go behind the house and toss it out into the ocean... though you'd better do it from behind old Quink's place, as the cliffs behind my house have a wide stretch of beach below. Or hell, you can ask the guards at the Garrison to stick that collar in one of the cells. I'd love to see those fools faces when they're stuck wanting to break into the prison!" Volioker says, laughing at the last thought.