[Jack's wandering out of the pub, relieved to be back for a bit but plotting his trek back to the lake with some newfound supplies. And then he sees the ATLA-version of this guy strolling down the street.

First off, he hasn't seen Thunderaxe for AGES, so he's glad at the sight. But then...well, something seems OFF.]

'Allo, Thunderaxe! You look...exceedingly pleased! Have you just finished sharpening your multitude of deadly axes, then?