Jasper watched the smith shaking the coin pouch, biting his bottom lip slightly. Letting out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, Jasper glanced back at the indicated table and back to Aaron. As he spoke of Marcus, he couldn't help but agree with the need for a 'best'n', but was once more caught off guard when he was told to lay low. It was the complete opposite to how he had been raised. If someone needed to be brought down a few pegs and was picking fights, a fight was bound to happen, sometimes even encouraged.<br/><br/>As the smith moved away with the sword, Jasper approached the table, littered with various items. Walking the length of the display, he ran a hand across the surface. He shied away from the whips, too many memories of such items being used against him, he could feel the scars across his back and shoulders, inflicted by such devices. He heard Aaron return and ask if he had picked something. Scanning the table, he found a plain looking scabbard with a clip to attach to a belt, as well as a belt with many loops, and pockets which could come in handy. Picking these up, he brought them over to the smith without a word.