Ulric looks over the crates approvingly. "Very good, this will all come in quite handy. Gustave, perhaps you could take one of the steel plates to the smith and see if he would be interested in purchasing any? We'll have to get those upper doors open to haul most of it out, but it's worth seeing if he'll cough up some silver for steel."
"My contact may indeed be interested in this metal if it is of some exotic nature", muses Gustave, scratching his chin, "but perhaps we would do well not to rush in brining it to others attention, at least until we know more about its nature and purpose..." he finishes, brow furrowed in uncertainty.