Jeff

Jeff sucks in air through his teeth, and then suddenly gets bashful at Tom's comment "No, it's for... it," Jeff glances at Jane out of the corner of his eye, remembering how she took the news sixteen seconds ago.

Turning, he looks at Tom with all seriousness. "Tom, these are for a magic spell. I need silk and gold for it, and it should heal Jack up, back to normal and good as new."

Looking to Jane, Jeff nods for her to continue. Jeff gets a hold of Jack's arm, helping carry the nearly-dead weight of the large soldier. "I'd rather avoid the sounds of shattering glass, if we could; Let's find the keys, or at least try and jimmy the locks rather than breaking through the top. Diamonds, gold, silver, those should be good enough."