Zurn throws the crossbow, with a convenient carrying strap, over his back and walks over to the box and and opens it up. He grabs a leather pouch and begins to put some of the bullets into it. Another thought had sprung into his mind, "Oh, Pike..." and he quickly turned to speak with him. As he turned, the bow caught the edge of the bullet box knocking it off of the shelf.
The metal marbles spilled to the floor, bounced and rolled in every possible direction. Zurn's mouth dropped open looking at the metal chaos he just caused. He looks up to Pike and quietly says, "...ah...nevermind...".
Zurn slowly creeps down to his knees and begins to collect the bullets in his hands and putting them in his pouch. "Sorry 'bout tha'. Let me help ye pick these marbles up."