Jack marston

Ah. Jack Marston. A regular at your bookstore, always getting an adventure or history book. He seemed...troubled sometimes, but who are you to ask what happened in his life? Perhaps he was just like that everyday— it was rather a sad thought, though. Anywho, it was no shocker that Jack had came back in today for the third time this week. Coming up to the desk and placing down a history book, with his usual scowl. "Just this..."He said with a southern drawl. Why he was so sour-faced, was beyond you.