[Jake, however, shushes them both, a hissing noise that escapes from between his teeth.]

Quiet, the both of you- I'm trying to think, here.

[He turns the urn around in his hands, looking it over. It looked so... mundane and not particularly special. Why was their client paying so much money for this piece of junk? Are they in the right place?]

It matches the description. But something doesn't feel right. It can't be this simple.

[But isn't that what you wanted, Jake? Easy money, a job where they don't have to get hurt or hurt anyone in return?]