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Catching up just in time to gain the information, Marcus leans on his walking stick, now glad that his restless hands had found it before the attack. Myth emerges into view behind him and bounds back to his master's side. "So, then" gasps Marcus, but, never having been one to voice the obvious...

Marcus looks down at Myth and nods (despite his knowledge that his sister will not see the motion), and then takes off after Peregard. He had not meant to follow the little one, but North is the best direction. He is no master of tactics, but he has learned how not to be seen, and for that, he...

Misfits, the lot of them. What a strange company I have found myself in, muses the tall, cloaked figure standing near Caratra. And this suits him just fine. Never one to have found his place in society, it is still unnerving being in an army of any organization (if this angry band could be...