[Vixsor Lumin]

Jack decides against stringing his bow in the open. He walks to his room and opens the door. "Come on Grandpa, we need to get you out of the cold and under some blankets." as he steps inside, and out of sight he finally strings his bow. At last I can be prepared and useful he thinks to himself, "Sorry about that Matty but I figured the less threatening you seem, the more surprising you'll be when you gut those pigs." he says with a laugh and a smirk. "Now how do you suppose we get in contact with our resident mechanic? Its my fault, I didn't expect a guard in the hall."