When Jasper saw Kate waiting for him with her cloak, he was confused for a moment until she explained the customs. Blushing lightly with embarrassment, as well as her comments, he stepped forward and helped Kate with her outer clothing before being led to the floor where they once more met Heidi.<br/><br/>He listened to the brief exchange between the two, a small nod of acknowledgement to Heidi when she addressed him. He didn't really know what Winter Fest was, but assumed it was some sort of celebration. He followed Kate outside, loving the warmth of the sun as they passed on to the sword smiths. The first thing he noticed was the large man hammering away at a sword, and the way he looked none to kindly at him. Before anything else could happen though, Kate stepped in. Never taking his eyes off the man, Jasper listened to them speak, noting how nervous Kate had become at the mention of this Marcus fellow. Looking to her, Jasper would have agreed to come back at another time if it would make less trouble, but before any decisions could be made, a tall man stepped out of the building and began to approach Kate.<br/><br/>Jasper knew immedietly that he didn't like this man. This was confirmed when he picked Kate up against her will and began acting all high and mighty towards her. His tail had begun flicking side to side as he pulled his ears back, eyes locking on this man. Sizing him up, he felt he could take him, he had tackled bigger foes in the pits. He could feel his muscles tensing in anticipation for a fight, a low growl just barely audible escaping him. Glaring at the man as his father pulled him away, Jasper felt Kate's hand on his back and heard her whispers to calm down. He heard what she said, but wouldn't let himself forget this man, Marcus.<br/><br/>Agitated, he allowed Kate to pull him towards a rack of swords. Looking over the blades, he took no heed of the more flashy models, choosing instead a simple one with a straight edge, and black, leather wrapped handle.