[ Arthur discards that bit of metal scrap in favor of getting to his feet. Both of them are quite the sight, dressed in the ragged, muddy remains of their usual clothes. They're going to have to do something about that, eventually. ]

Jericho?

[ That prompts a look back at the pit, a telling enough answer on its own. ]

I've heard the name many times. It's supposed to be some sort of safe haven, if the rumors are to be believed. Do you know where it is?