"Well this place is new..." Jack muttered quietly to himself, grasp tightening a little around his staff, causing the light frost to thicken into a thin layer of ice. It was unusual, as of late the spirit seemed to find himself in a new place almost on a daily basis. For a being over three hundred years old, he would have thought here were no new places left to discover. Preoccupied with his thoughts, the silverette rounded the corner and walked into someone heading the opposite direction. "Hmph...-! S-Sorry."