[ Flynn considers that. In Horatio's defense, he really considers it: he looks at the jars for a long, drawn-out moment. They're... durable-looking, good glass, probably. They seem... good, as jars go, but then again what does Flynn know about jars? What does Flynn know about anything? He's a swordsman and somehow that feels almost completely incompatible with knowing anything about jars.

So, good: maybe. Compelling????? ]

Do they?

[ Way to be polite, Flynn! His own words hit him a second later and he flushes. ]

Well, regardless, let me—here. Between the two of us I'm sure we can get them all back to your room without dropping any. I couldn't find anything else useful in here. I suppose it was a little silly to come into a general store for a sword, but I was hoping...