He'd thought so.... Smiling--or at least, smiling more widely than his ever-present skeletal grin--, Jack followed his recovered friend out of the room, pausing long enough to give back the key and exchange a few parting words with the innkeeper. Terribly nice fellow, that one.... He'd be sure to come back this way if he really needed a decent place to stay. It was strange, how friendly they all were there, as if they had something to hide, but at least it was better than being shunned, right?

The trip to the weapon's shop was short enough, and fairly uneventful. Jack took a look around, impressed in spite of himself. "Well, it certainly looks as if you'll have your choice.... What do you normally use?" He certainly didn't need any weapons.... at least, not that he knew of. It wasn't as if he intended to do any hunting of his own....

((OOC: Sorry for the short crappiness, Zeth; been rather uninspired for Jack this week. XP If you wanted anything to happen between the hotel and the weapon shop, feel free to disregard the second paragraph.))