[ He gives the shield a good, long look before going back to the search. White and gold, huh? White and gold... Well, there's a glint of light over there, under a chair, so Jack kneels down to get a better look. ]

Huh... Well, it's no armor, and it doesn't match, but I found this?

[ He pulls out a long staff, black with a green orb on top. That must've been the reflection he'd seen. ]

Think it might go with the book? These are, like, staples for that magic stuff, right? Books no one can read and creepy-looking staffs?

[ Why not? They've seen weirder things. Staff in hand, because who knows if they'll need it for more weird stuff later, Jack is pushing himself up again when he hears a loud crash, and the whole room starts to rumble. The book slips from his grasp, but the staff gives him an extra point of balance so he can get to his feet and look around. ]

Hey! What happened to the exits?

[ As soon as the words leave his mouth, something drops from the ceiling - it almost looks like one of the monsters he'd seen at the convention center, when everything went to hell. ]

Oh, well, that's just great. Locked in with something that wants to kill us. You know, these guys really need to work on their creativity. This is getting real old real fast. [ Kicking the book and the staff under the table, Jack clumsily draws the sword he'd picked up from the armory. ] Guess we're getting a crash course today.

[ Oh god they're going to die. ]